Rise

You are borne child
Borne male, female, hermaphrodite
Doesn't matter-
At least you aren't lichen, spider, lizard
Or the air that swirls all days.

Your eyes silver crystals
Piercing into the past then the future
Reality and illusions captured-
You are no longer a toddler
And it's not time to toddle and cry;

Be curious, quixotic as a monkey
Yet hold integrity of life,
Choose one from the arts of this world
You like music, dancing or painting
Drawing, sculpture or poetry?

You may choose to dream all nights if you can
Or smile all days if you so wish to, as an art
Take one , then rise high and higher
Into eternity of creation and enjoy poise greater than yoga.