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Hey Tadpole

  • mb-theeye
  • 8. Mai
  • 1 Min. Lesezeit

Are we not wriggling along

like tadpoles in a pit?

Prone to dry out with it, under this relentless sun

before gills turn into lungs?


If you want to test your courage

if you feel your shoulders wide

your heels high

and there is no real challenge anymore

then:

go and sleep out in the woods alone!

Go...if only once...:

Take a mat and a blanket, go

sleep out in the woods!


You do not have to go far wild even

just the next stand of trees under the stars will do

….though I recommend a little further as...

the worst and most likely threat is: human...!


Go and do this

it will change you, humble and connect you

there is no experience

that you could tell of

...and of this one you will...

that-is-not-translated-through-the-body


Oh you will wriggle

in your pit under the moon

and you will recognize your lungs!

 
 

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