the fire illuminates what it can. the forest has come to an end.
the edge of a cliff is visible. but nothing more.
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my cloak has borne witness to the elements. a strip tears from it.
swaddle it around an arrow-head. dip it in to the fire. for just long enough.
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draw the string back. hold it. just long enough. one breath. two breaths.
three breaths. the smallest red speck, whistling into the night.
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rising, and rising. and then falling, and falling. it just keeps falling.
i watched for hours until sleep came for me. in dream it fell further still.
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morning breaks. the cliff is steep, and steeper still. mist resides down below.
trees curl and bend from the face. there is no other way. bow in hand, i climb down.
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something i wrote.
music listened to as i wrote this:
video uploaded by user PennebakerHegedus
otis is so good.
Freedom is life's great lie 
A waking meditation. A question. should you follow the arrow. the fire rekindled.
I love the last couplet.
I felt like I was in a dream….. a dream that’s repeated over and over… and every night you get a little closer to understandning…
I love the rhythm, the breathing, the dreaming and waking up ~ Thanks for the lovely share, including the video ~
So interesting your observations that then continued in your dream state and then seemed to give you purpose as you awoke in the morning. I always loved Otis Redding’s music and love this video that you shared.
I felt like I was pulled into a lucid dream. I like the repetition of “rising, and rising. and then falling, and falling”….bringing the scene to life.
Fascinating dream state brought to life, with increasing clarity. Love Otis Redding.