Be what you are,
\nboy with faraway eyes,
\nstrong feet.
\nRun over the crevasse,
\nclimb the tree,
\nleave no door unopened,
\nto your daylight,
\nto the silence of dreams.
\nBe what you are,
\nand build your pyramid.<\/p>\n
Find the end of the garden
\ninside you.
\nHold the tempest in your hand.
\nKing of lightning,
\nfather of tears.
\nWrite poetry
\non the soft linen of your heart.
\nClimb the mountain inside you.
\nGive away your beautiful eyes.
\nLet the world see in them,
\nthrough them,
\nthe wonderful feast of living.
\nBe what you are.<\/p>\n
Be still,
\nand answer the ring
\nof the hard bell,
\nthe whisper of the grass.
\nFind the limitless sky
\nof your hands
\ntouching earth.
\nLet the voices inside you
\nshout free.
\nEverything is a cherished dream.
\nNo wall
\nis meant to be vacant.
\nNo vacant corner
\nmeant to be silent.
\nBe what you are,
\nJackie,
\ncreation\u2019s creation,
\nhuge as a sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Be what you are, boy with faraway eyes, strong feet. Run over the crevasse, climb the tree, leave no door unopened, to your daylight, to…<\/p>\n