From
the levels of the sea, or from the levels of
A
cliff top, alternating heights in my line of sight:
In
the expanse of the Unseen, where larger thought
Was
free – smaller is caught – blocked and kept
Captive:
held to its self – blind and un-stretched:
Time out of mind,
butterflies are flown through
The bars of any cage that might
hold back a bird:
The
more I know and keep closed my opinions
The
smaller my thoughts – that will not fit through
The
confines of a life that holds back the soul bird:
The
more I know not and spread wide my ideas
The
larger my thoughts – to flit free as butterflies
Through
and beyond to the spheres of the Moving
Wind
– a spirit unhindered, undone – open, escaped
More
than my soul bird too restricted to fit through.
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