Flying

Here is the second weekly poem.

To focus on writing again is wonderful. That feeling when you realize that the poem is starting to sing is the best in
the world!
Who needs men when you can play with words (ok, don't answer that :-) ).

the gravity is strong

oh but the knowing

is stronger yet

and doesn’t let me lie

it keeps on pushing keeps on showing

and finally I fly

and lift off past the earthly sludge

past living once again the daily dread

past expectations, questions and the drudge

of you and me and stories in my head

come fly with me to places that are sacred

to beauty and to courage and to trust

to understanding

love and all things naked

stripped and released from should and ought and must

to honesty, to gentleness and purpose

and then, my love, lets journey to the night

and find the stars that in the greatest darkness

are always there, are always shining bright

how freeing to let go of longing

be brave instead and open and at peace

and limitless, then find yourself belonging

to earth and heaven and to all there is

 

Lots of love,










Ps: I am linking to these lovely parties.

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