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.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Thanks for your kind words, John. That’s lovely of you to say! Thank you also for sharing my words with your gang. I hope everyone got something out of it. x
You are welcome and I enjoyed your work.
Freedom is under-rated. Best days of a life are when we are free to do what we want. A wonderful poem shared.
Thank you, John! I’m so glad this resonated with you! This feeling that flows within me when I’m living fully with my heart is the closest feeling I’ve come to defining freedom. So I’ll just keep rolling with that I think. 🙂
Absolutely beautiful!
Aww! Thank you so much, Lucy. 💞 I’m so glad you liked it! x☀️
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