Free the Souls
Fires singe; build castles of dust and
the winds bring freedom.
Spirits riding the air, never need to rest;
bondage in an underground box is theft.
To rob a souls freedom; an unpunished crime,
based on fear, paranoia.
Ashes, clean and free;
the purifying holy dust;
that blankets Mother Earth’s spirit;
connects all life.
Life’s wheel, spins eternal;
rolling through back alleys of time and space.
The turning, mixes the holy dust and it settles, anew.
Fresh spirit dust waits for recycling;
that is the natural turning.
Life recycles life, as dust recycles dust.
The circle always, full cycle;
never completes;
it is a builder and it must build.
Written 3-7-19
For:"STANDARD CONTEST 190,any form,any,theme,upto a max of 20 lines Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Brian Strand, on 3-7-19
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