Let the Wind Be Your Eyes
You can hear the whispers of your soul as you
stand quietly in tune with a vast universe. As you
let the wind be your eyes, the birds your voice, as you
listen with your heart as you smell the bark of trees.
You are willingly exposed, naked like all life that frees
itself of packaging, you feel vegetation growing inside
and outside of your flesh. Your spirit flows with the tide.
Your roots grow down and out of the soft fertile side
of the moon. You rid yourself of the chains that bind you
to preconceived notions which somehow you knew
had never really applied to anyone or anything.
Now as vegetation you grow and you are flying
towards the timeless clouds like wisps floating.
The unbound sky calls your name as you pace
outside earth's atmosphere to become the face
of a Galaxy. Stars live on your black hide, race
the void of gravity, the void of unharnessed mass. You?
You are the void. Your intuition directs you, leads you
finally releases you of the constraints of a restricted you.
You can hear the whispers of your soul and you are you.
16~12~2014
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name: Whispers Of Your Soul
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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