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Lark song, dark tone, falling sea, sanctuary,
How it feels to be within me,
The knowledge of possibility,
In abstract resonance of unity and part.
Jug of tears that pops the ears,
Since it has become filled,
Pouring over the heavy wave,
Afraid to damage the carpet frills,
With the decrepit remains of moments saved,
After the candle was long since blown out.
Push it over,
Drench your being,
Fear no judge,
Don't deny the feeling,
Be it anger,
Be it woe,
Be it hatred,
Steady she goes,
Give the space,
To flow and be,
Take no action,
Until it feels clean,
When the stomach twists,
And the path is blocked,
The most harmless path,
On the back step trod,
Find the fork and take the turn,
You missed in the past,
Before the burn,
Of learning.
rowan blair colver
How it feels to be within me,
The knowledge of possibility,
In abstract resonance of unity and part.
Jug of tears that pops the ears,
Since it has become filled,
Pouring over the heavy wave,
Afraid to damage the carpet frills,
With the decrepit remains of moments saved,
After the candle was long since blown out.
Push it over,
Drench your being,
Fear no judge,
Don't deny the feeling,
Be it anger,
Be it woe,
Be it hatred,
Steady she goes,
Give the space,
To flow and be,
Take no action,
Until it feels clean,
When the stomach twists,
And the path is blocked,
The most harmless path,
On the back step trod,
Find the fork and take the turn,
You missed in the past,
Before the burn,
Of learning.
rowan blair colver
Do Your Best Be Yourself Learn From Your Mistakes
