Ultroneous

I raised my hand and said ‘it is enough’ For far too long I have been traumatised No longer welcome are thoughts crass and rough I refuse to live a life compromised With thoughts rested, ego cravings are slain Habit patterns of old too fade away Living in the now, I’m a child again To the rhythm of my soul, I gently sway I drive but without a rear view mirror Spontaneity is my middle name Life is what it is, the truth is clearer Give it any name but I’m not the same Bliss mists suffuse form as magic of love ~ Dewdrops of God’s grace pour in from above