Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Homeless Poet

I begin to see transformation in my life. I begin to see awaking as I write and as I live.

Can I be free without the bondage of "possession chains" that tie me? Can I be free?

I write the feelings I have and I see the beginnings unfold in front of me. I am alive.

Oh hopeless mind, cluttering me to think, see not the day.

Feel the wind on my face and know the beginning is now.

Alive,, shout to the trees, lurk in "pretty people" land, stay not.

Feel free,, be present,, live.

May peace be with you always,, love life.

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