Now he cast his nets at my request,
and all he said reeked of naked truth.
‘First, wake up! And sniff the guiding wind,
the teaching that is written in the sky,
written in the clouds for all to see.
Men were stretched to look up at the stars,
not to snuffle in the clotted mud,
or labour for some crook in factories
Like icebergs calving in a frozen sea,
his words touched me like sea-dreams deep within.
Touched that yearning that I know is in me.
‘You cannot walk through life with eyes tight shut!
And neither is this role a waking dream.
Sleep or wake-each must have it’s place,
and don’t forget to actually breathe!
To breathe is to inhale the dust of stars.
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