the crossing

WORDS:

Cross the borders of the sun;
and let its rays grow wildflowers

Cross the border of the sea;
and on its waves, we walk.

Cross the borders of growth;
and we uproot ruthless seeds.

Cross the borders of decay;
and in the rot, we deracinate.

Cross the border of age;
and do not despise its youth.

Cross the borders of rage
and in its passion, we change.

Cross the borders of the mountain
and in your faith, we move it.

Cross the border of the desert place,
and in its aridity, we are the oasis.

Cross the border of the fearful places,
and in your walk, find still water.

Cross the borders of what we seek;
and in the finding, be agile. 

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