Mantra 42

(Breathe)
I want to stretch out my fingers and tickle the Pacific
And breathe her sighs against my skin,
The breeze softly spilling across my calm
As I take the whole world in again and again
With my eyes closed tight under the summer sun.

(Feel)
I want to scream my dreams to the azure sky
Under a lazy rainbow that yawns across an August morning of hope
While a single billow of tufted cloud
Pulls strongly at my longing like a deep, dear friend
Humming acceptance and courage until they permeate my soul

(Ponder)
I want to watch the moon burn white across the desert
With the awe of a child fueled with curiosity
As the edges of existence sing sharp melodies of shadow
And light washes boldly against sandstone and secrets
Stirring the mysteries of life in my head

(Fly)
I want to someday truly finally live before I am final and dead.