If your head has grown heavy and unbearable,
away to the woods to regain your smallness.
You have no more use for economic theory and manmade history,
trust me. Count the rings in the trunk of an oak tree
to learn all you need to know.
Teach yourself to shed this worldly skin, to crack this corporal shell.
These walls are bones that cannot hold you –
splinter away like wood
like an acorn bursting forth
you must go, you must go.
Like a candle flame on a wick
lean and burn in the direction of the wind’s choosing.