The Celestial One Herself!

Give up this life

part of: Postcards to the World

by Celeste Roth

Give up this life
Release the assumptions
You have depended on
To survive so far

I am not right.
So far I have only my thinking
But I built my house
On top of it as if it were real

Fear of becoming nomadic
Is overcome by the truth:
I am not right.
There is no truth under my house
No bedrock.

We live in cloud houses
I must move as each
Foregone conclusion
Evaporates