Transformation

This grace,

this river,

this flame.

This life that flows and rages and burns.

I no longer need these eyes

to discover the beauty

in all things wild and true.

I feel the delicate.

I feel the rush.

I feel the heat.

And as sure as the moon whispers the ocean

into its everything…

so my spirit whispers to me.

That I am free.

Like the sea.

To be me.