Still Day, No Rain
Wind
will carry answers
to you —
not the liver.
Not bones.
Stand apart
from everything—
apart from clouds,
apart from your own
words.
Ignore
the dust
of the crowd,
the contours
of nesting.
Keep
water involved
in all you do
so you can float
into the wideness.
Air will fail.
Rays of light will
follow their stones …
Stand on your own
until you find
your meaning, until you
have counted all the stars,
until solitude leaves you
in the company
of your own being
and you will know
for certain that you are
more than here.
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