When the breath you’ve been holding rushes in, releasing all that binds…
let the water-worn rocks smooth your spirit
let the birdsong lift your fears away
let the lake harbor peace
let the trees bear grace
let the cold rain carry you home.
Tag: freedom
Free
A voice beckons beyond the ceaseless striving,
singing in the splashing falls and the lapping waves:
“I ground the brave trees that sprout from hard rock;
I steady you in the spaces you inhabit.
Is it fear, or pride, that makes you cling?
No need, my dear one.
Let go. You’re free.”