Soaring sky high, no sight of the darkest sun. Keep you head up high, let not the blinding light make our sun dark. Chin up, focus. Its bright, its the truth, it reveals the truth.
You've stirred so long in the dark, the sun now your darkness, the darkness your light.
Run straight through the valley.
But don't stay down, take the hills. Secure from the hills, the foe lurks in the dark. The valleys locked out by darkness, the shadow of the light.
When light's filled your heart that's the safest place you'll ever be.
You can now look at the sun. Live from the hills, the hill top, the mount, the mountain top.
The large Cedars abound at the top, their scent give healing and leaves ever green. The mount top, talk with kings, their castles rightly built. They look from the mountain top and every thing, limitations and the world's cravings look small.
Use the eagle's eye. Don't touch the ground. On eagles wings, the waring winds take your side, they lift u up and take those flapping birds hiding in the trees. You soar above the winds, the troubles of others, you live above them. Play with the riches of abundant air, life excessive. The clouds would tell.
Reading Children of Blood & bone . The narrative & descriptions felt so real. Whenever I got lost in a fantasy world of panthenaires, lionaires, maji, kosidans and magic I never wanted leave. Those moments felt like I lived the fiction & I wanted no escape. "Kwame brushes past me, running for the heart of the battle. He grips a dagger tight in his hands. Then he slashes open his palm. Blood magic. Horror settles into my bones. It’s like the world slows to a stop, stretching the seconds between this moment and the last Kwame will ever have. His blood glows with a white light, splashing as it hits the ground. In an instant the ivory light surrounds him, illuminating his dark skin like a god from above. When it reaches the top of his head, it seals his fate. A fire explodes from his skin. Smoldering embers rain from his body. Flames blaze around his form. The fire erupts from every limb, shooting out of his mouth, his arms, his legs. The blast towers meter...
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