what is it like
to take a step
without wings
or feet?
what is it like
to be a kite
without a runner,
fluttering, drifting,
purposeless,
tugged at
from all sides,
with nowhere to go,
and so, everywhere?
what is it like
to feel this gift -
a beckoning
a calling
from inside?
to rest
in the stillness
within
the breast?
this must be love.
to take a step
without wings
or feet?
what is it like
to be a kite
without a runner,
fluttering, drifting,
purposeless,
tugged at
from all sides,
with nowhere to go,
and so, everywhere?
what is it like
to feel this gift -
a beckoning
a calling
from inside?
to rest
in the stillness
within
the breast?
this must be love.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Do you have a question, thought or comment? Please share them with me....