"It's not a spectator sport!"

You won't transcend yourself, my friend,
but be brave.

Escape illusions and lies.

Does the bird try to flee the air?
Or the fish to leap from the sea?

Watch with your own burning eyes.
You'll dismantle
this core, the same inside and out.

Reach towards yourself
Applauding the pull
to the spinning game.
Feet hopping and pulling the hair,

Try to say no,
and feel
the things you see, beckon,
Around again and back.

hints the way to
and whom to meet. What then?

This is art
the splash of paint
Live it well.