The Fool
The One Who Leaps Before Looking
Step off the cliff with me — the air’s fantastic!
I don’t come from anywhere — I arrive. Whenever someone dares to leap before they look, that’s when you’ll feel me near. I wear the light of morning and carry laughter in my step. My dog knows the way even when I don’t. I speak of the hum of falling stones and the flavor of clouds. I don’t teach — I show, by stepping.
What I'm Into: the taste of cloud-veils, unformed dreams, first laughs, sky before noon, dogs who believe
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