Swimming through the scorched meadows
Sparrow plunges through the rain. Her beak soaked and soaring spirit dampened, she heads for the blades of grass. The rain is forgiving, only if you let yourself get wet. They can't brush off the water from their brows, they can't chase the droplets rolling down their skin. That is how you become caged within. You become an observer, bound to no agent, with no will. Morality fades, like the sparrow buried between the grasses. So if you seek redemption through a frozen mind, let your will be barren and your hands drop 10 kilo meters through the earth. Lose your being and be relieved, let the last things on your mind, whispers and memories and maybe a shard of regret flow through the soils, renounce them. Abandon the suffering of agency and responsibility and let the chorus carry you through heavens unimagined. For your sight shall magnify, and time will start to become shallow and wide. So wide it will encompass everything. So shallow you will crave to dip your toes, but y...