Ode to My Kite Soul

This body in which I live has ripened to maturity

Once supple flesh strains against the yoke of time

Outflowing years sculpt my well-seasoned visage

Every day I open my eyes is a good day

My essence is ever-reaching beyond this tangible frame

Entering the green tabernacle I unpack my kite soul

Folded within my chest

Unreel the golden heartstrings and soar

Carried aloft on spirit-wings

My elated soul reunites with the elemental

The air/my breath; the ground/my body; the sea/my blood

Restore the visceral kinship with divine genesis

The day will come, far in the future

When the golden thread snaps

And my kite soul will soar away

Into midnight blue infinity

Published by cewheeler

Writer/Artist:12 years in China – univ. lecturer: writing,poetry,culture; editor – magazine/newspaper & actor. 40 years students of the Tao. Traveler. Father. Read my books at: amazon.com/author/wheelerce

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