Free
as the bird in the blinding blue sky,
the vastness of the huge horizon
only edging it to fly further,
higher following the song of its heart.
Free
to be, to want, to do
as the meandering mind thought,
as the winding ways of the soul dictated
without disdain, hesitation.
Freedom
to be Me,
to love,
to hug another soul
to fly high, to identify with creation.
