Saturday, February 20, 2016

To be free



While I trek through these unknown ways, in sunny rays, hilly ways; I wonder about the crouching heat, the people in need. Some reactions uncalled, some fractions on fall. I walk and walk, helping one and all. I wonder and I wonder again. The immense beauty, the hilly game. The entire night spent in moonlight. The bright and happy morning sunlight. And the time keeps changing - in cycles - enraging. 
I travel through boundaries. So far from some, so near to many themes. I drink the wisdom from rivers through centuries. I stare in the water I flow through it's immensity. And at times it feels I go forever - like that river shivering beneath. 
I sit in a boat the round one - on float. We go round and round like a mountain goat. Far to the islands far off to that land. Across the river. so near those mountains, We treble in moss, We walk by moss.
And there I sit along with beautiful souls, the spirit of forest in eyes on shore. I glide inside the natural jacuzzi in the heart of snowy water bubbling and streaming with joy so pure.
There I reach a vast lonely island. In the sky twinkle numerous stars. upon those waves shimmer star fishes. It seems magical - this moment alone. I feel so aligned to the cosmos to the core. I feel like singing to the wind, to the shore.
It's a happy feeling. This singing my heart out. It's so joyful - this raging to the tunes of divine. And here I reach so near to my family. In the lap of my mother. Being caressed by her smile so sweet. She caresses me gently. With her palm beneath. With watery eyes she praises me to be free. She knows me inside. She loves my inner zeal. In each dream or reality of my life, she is always there with me. 
And there in her lap I find peace. i find peace. She hugs me another time. And makes me have a long deep sleep. I wake up again in yet another dream. Some figment from past maybe. O r who knows a new river - street.  

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

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