Discern, he said

Don’t judge

With the measure you use

It will be given back to you

Tenfold, running over

Out of your arms and back to into them

You are doves delivering news of dry land

You are serpents making a path through sand

You are Shamayim, everything contained

Chaos within limits within oceans within coasts

Love yourself as others do.

Love others more

Everything is perfect in moderation,

Including excess

Everything has time, a speed,

A point, departure, entry, regress

A place. A space

Even reason has its own season

Let me ingest my own advice first

See if it is worth dispensing.