Jan 6
free
what would free feel like
what would it be like
to live
in the universe
with abandon
no fear
no restraints
only faith
just hearts
brimming with hope
what if
i could be a painter
a wordsmith
a designer
of my life
what if
i could wake
by the ocean of blue
immerse myself
in the tides of time
the ebb and flow
as the river
meanders to the sea
what on earth
would you think of me
if everyday
held lofty expectations
where i could be
the very best
of me
no waiting
no despair
no uncertainty
only life
in wide open spaces
fewer races
time would be mine
imagine creation
if all was sublime
if each of us had
our very own map
where we should land
if impossible
was empty
and not in demand
where collectively
would we be
if we all
could be free
to see
our life’s longing
our individual calling
to be
just tell me
please
what is wrong with us
we label and file away
the very best in us
kill curiosity
and different
becomes
a negative curse
not diamonds to collect
and carry in our purse
when we mitigate
poverty of soul
and feel our pieces
become whole
we elevate the magic
in you
and in me
we break
all the tethers
we change
the darkest of weather
when brave hearts
are anchored
yet fly ever so free
like a seagull
who soars
limited by nothing at all
when the essence of free
is to heed that voice
the universal
yet personal call
to be you
to be me
to be our all
we catch this crazy world
spinning
spinning
blue against black
in the tyrannic frenzy
of absolute
dangling
in naught
the endlessness of empty
what lovers of free
adamantly name call
the tragic revolution
of free fall
~ patty
Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. — Richard Bach
artist unknown
