Let the fear dissipate, fly away on slowed breath.
The waterfall calls to wish it would rain, then summons it.
The mundane and the mind are wearing away at me,
exposing a glint of opal underneath.
~ Is this it? Is this all? Is there more? Is this not what I came here for?
Is this it? Is this all? Is there more? I forgot what I came here for.
Pursuing the shadow that dances behind, sheltering
my soul from the weight of the coins of light
on my back.
She is banished.
What else do you have for me? What more? What more?
There is beauty in the depths of a wound so deep and winding like a crack of black lightning through the shell of the Earth on its way to the same core, and the same stars for sure.
from Seven Colors
released June 18, 2014
David Brooks is awesome.
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