horaltic pose

eckardcb

the humble vulture, wings

outstretched

whose silent stance shouts

hallelujah

toward heavenly

bodies—stop and listen.

she has no idea

how i’ve watched her,

how she’s been

my teacher,

how i’ve taken

notes on giving

thanks and letting

go:

lift your hands

daily,

surrender

then,

you can fly

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