my body is a chore it is heavy and drags on me ever temptations in it abound for my body is needy, dirty and shameful little by little it fails me and denies me

my heart is a weight it leads me to trouble it swells with joy ungrounded only to burst into pain unsinkable it is unexpressed and unexpressable by demand it is unacceptable

my mind is confusing and grinds on to weary oblivion reminding me always of what I am not processing problems ad infinitum droning, speaking unceasing buzzing with trifles yet missing the point

what point?

…

one day you finally realize that you are you independent of the chains

growing and acting make you be not the continual reinforcement of some identity

find a cradle in the motion of change

defy the binding evils: guilt, shame, debt, weakness

kiss the traditional you goodbye in love of the undefined you of spirit it's sweet sorrow then bitter sorrow then vicious war

but forge further on if you have the courage to witness a total eclipse of the world

cry the deep tears to get it done

sleep then, as long as it takes

then seed-like, wake, observe and reestablish your mobility retrain, and train anew until you're ready

soon enough the door will stand gaping before you then don't hesitate!

don't worry your heart won't let you wait gravity is different now

cross the threshold step boldly through

burst forth upon the full scene

do a backflip somersault superman out into space as the ground drops away below to the sound of trumpets and drums

break into warp at will

feel the rushing wind