SOAR
Fat black bird on edge of limb
so slim it’s not a limb but a twig,
a filament in a leafless filigree.
Balance is in her blood
because she knows that she can fly.
Likewise your spirit
if you rid yourself
of whatever weighs you down ,
knocks you off center.
Toss the flotsam,
eject the jetsam,
add only what makes you lighter;
harmony now your hallmark,
air your element,
the sea your security.
May 22, 2008
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