When feet are guided on a path by forces unknown,
and all between you and the ghosts of the past is
the chirping of the birds, the sound of light
feet falling and the rhythm of your heart beating,
this is when enlightenment calls.
Listen now as nature speaks, calling unto
each and every cell of being and sentience,
let the worries of the day be washed away
for this is the one and only time
that you are truly yourself.
Freedom in life is fleeting
Always a rush, always someone elses property
for these stolen moments out there
freedom is granted in small things,
found in the strangest of places.
Written for Brian Millers Friday poetically, link in on One Stop today!