say goodbye

Stand on the peaks of high bluffs
and say goodbye to fear.

Look to the West and say goodbye
to the Sun and kiss the winds

of change. Think of the past and
say goodbye, for you have paid for

those who have followed you here
carrying heavy stones, asking you

to pull them up the mountain,
to drag them up on ancient carpets,

but carpets suffocate the grass.
Leave the heavy stones where they lay.

The altar is thousands of years old and
its drum beats in your heart, pulses through

your nervous system
leaps across

the synaptic gap
and you’re home. Home,

can you hear the beat?


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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