Sink slowly or
ascend quickly
transcend the atmosphere
enamour those who
lift you higher
despise those who
drag you down
down deeper
there is a balance
of push and pull,
of peace and destruction
of love and hate-
pacifism is smothered
this is a fight against
all corruption and
distractions - detach
yourself from your
earthly tethers that bind you
to this world and
feel the cosmic radiance
of all that is connected
a single living organism
in perfect harmony
hush, you can hear us
humming.
Close your eyes,
see us
glowing.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}