Spirit calling
26 August 2014
Let me not follow your tradition
That into submission stifles you quiet
While I follow my heart
That is of the infinite
The whole and the part
Bring me not back chained
To your borders
While my mind roams
The eternal wilderness
Free and worriless
What ties a man to a land
And a soul to that man’s world
Is but a foot long of sand
Square, all edges cutting
And an invisible chain of woe
When the hurricane blows
The body latches on to a brick
While spirit latches on to the stars
The gusts shake the clinging body
While spirit flies in stardust
“I belong to the beloved”
He is none, he is many and he is one
Paper clippings one can trim
But spirit’s wings
The infinite will not shun
Call me not to the limited township
Where your body dwells
Come fly with me
In the infinite time
Where my soul soars
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