Awake young one and breath,
The air only stings a little.
You know all the fields and the meadows,
And from your beating heart you must follow.
Like the stag that runs wild and free,
Your own truth you must follow.
So awake, awake from your dream.
Kid President(via lazyyogi)
Gray, blue, white quite
Snow falls softly to the ground
Peace, waiting for spring.
There’s a hollowness in angry words.
Spoken softly, and falling on dead earth.
Like a song that is sung in joy or in sorrow,
slashing the skin, ripping the marrow.
Come one and all to join in the moment
leave behind the purple gaze and stand real still
you’re now on parade.
Your senses they tingle
You’re shutting the pain,
forever you falter
start over again.
Falling like water,
returning to earth
Crisp as the wind
so it begins
knowing our joy and our mirth.