I was told stories of the One and only,Beloved, in form, also ghostly. The dream begins, awake yet sleepy.The narrator utters, echoing was the weepy
Walk child, walk
Play as the trees cheer you
Laugh as the bees hear you
Fall to smell the fragrance of flowers
Catch the beetles and colorful cicadas
Show the world the beauty of beings
Dear Self,
What do you need?
Do you need to shed some tears? The soil is here, right beneath you.
Drop the fight and surrender. Cry the shame out.Cry the pain out.Cry the anger out.