The Changing of the Seasons
A Poem For Spring
The role, the mold, the soul I yearn to take on is the octopus, the squid, the many tentacled id.
Arms stretched out in all directions, reaching out for all connections. Attention shining out in all rays, always.
Free from the binds of the ego, following instinct to fall into flow. Growing, glowing, spreading and going. Exploring the…