Morning blues

Within whispers you hold on and unfold yourself.

From the middle of the rain into the softness of the lake you dropped. Lost in the waves you are but a clear mirror. So alike and all the same like the rest.

Into yourself fold and onto others do but as you are and do not contest.
Do not challenge.
Do not progress.
You like the others be. Obey you must.
You like the other flow, you like the others feel.

Or so you were told.
So you were taught.
So you thought.

Open.
Unpin your roots and unground your strength.
Vanish yourself into the blue.
Reshape yourself.
Within the whispers of the morning stay and rest.
Be you.