enfold your daffodils
So their bouncing heads may lift to the sunshine
their petals open to the bees and the wonders of children
who know that they themselves (though made of clay) are just spirits,
dancing in the wind;
May the bounded rationality of your 7.5 lb head
rest into the warm seas of possibility
and discover that it is attached to none other than your own body
which still knows how to float;
let your gaze rise to the heavens
the stars that brought you here so long ago
and breath
May the ice cold fears in your belly
be exposed to the warm sun
running into rivers
that will smooth the sharp rocks of your muscles
loosen the terror in your gut
nourish the dry stream beds
around your eyes
so that the King Salmon of your soul
may come alive
and remember
how to swim
(even now, even upstream)
with such
bright shining joy;
May the deep sea
where all is dark
bring forth its mystery
into your being
breaking the ice sheets
that for too long have paralysed you -
and may they
in their melting
be gentle,
not too hard in their crackling
but instead bring you to new
stable shores
where you may find such beauties
fit for the king of the lillies
who needs no gold cloth
just his own honest
shining
beauty.
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