By Jet Tryon

The world is different now; awareness exists incredulously.
Thyself rests within every others’ gaze; soft should it be,
In order to know, because seeing and believing happen at once.

Branches extend, grow, break, crack, but you must not remain near the trunk.
Upward and outward are the only source of fulfillment.
Calm yourself, for your soul tribe exists, you must climb now,
upward and outward.

Expression is your greatest ally, a friend when your friends are gone.
Carry it along, let it be apparent; your soul tribe will find you.
The wind carries, seeds scatter, a forest begins.
Upward, outward.


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