Poem: The Feeling of Freedom

“The Feeling of Freedom”

My soul longs for Freedom

The Freedom to Be

Just as I AM

Pulsing & moving along

Bees flying, birds tweeting, clouds passing

A breeze moving

long grass blades

with them my hair in the wind

She caresses my face

Gentle touch

A kiss of the sun

And everything expands

Where have I gone?

Where are they bound?

I AM

Primordial

Sound

Buzzards circling in the skies. Oberwollanig, Austria