Posted on December 10, 2014
aloft, on fluffed clouds
I breathe in freedom,
drip pure light
feeding on music,
no more longing
made me feel alive
This entry was posted in poetry and tagged art, beauty, bliss, clouds, flight, gratitude, life, love, muse, musing, plane, poem, poetry, reflection, spirit, thought, white.
Beautiful. Lovely to read your words again. Peace to you, my friend.
“Once I had a secret love (or 2,3 or maybe more) …now my shout is from the highest hill, even told the golden daffodil. All too soon my secret love became impatient to be free…and now my heart’s an open door, and my secret love’s no secret anymore.” Maybe you and Calamity Jane have a lot in common. 😀
Thank you for this creation. It is beautiful. The photo is wonderful in how it evokes a feeling of rising above that which can imprison. The poem hints at that Sobriety that is beyond all definitions.
Thank you again.
All good wishes,
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