That echo, that cry
Pricks your skin
with violet sparks
of awakening fears.
The great realization
that you are nothing
but a living creature
Constructed with death
as an inevitability.
That call rings
across oceans
past mountains
through forests
and comes from a place
further then all footsteps.
It comes from the land
beyond your waking eyes
where dreams grow strange
and truth dances with lies.
From this land
a call is given out
to show you the way home.
It comes
when you forget yourself
and you live completely.
Not thinking of tomorrow
yesterday or almost.
When you cease to be
a thinking mind
and become as you once were.
A living creature
connected with the land
and using every sense.
The call
of primal fear
and wild truth
comes for all.
We have learned to hide
from this beastly honour.
But when we face our fears
and run towards the risk
we become more
then just a thinking mind.
We become living creatures
with life and death
held in each hand
with fear and certainty
tied together in our breast.
We become alive.
Listen to the call
The call that every
living creature hears.
The call is coming
from a land you've never walked.
The call is coming
to take you away.
Follow the call.
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