Freedom

wings flutter,
talons retract,
eyes focus, and
passion storms
through every cell,
as I yearn for flight,
but cannot leave
the home
where I grew wings,
for what I have
does not belong
to me,
it made me,
free.

They are Yours, not Mine

and all along
I thought
these eyes,
these ears,
these hands,
these feet,
and these breasts
so full of love,
were mine, and
belonged to me;
until I found
they cannot see,
or hear, or touch,
or feel themselves,
nor give to me
what they cannot
give to you;
and in that moment
I saw how they belonged
not to me, but to you -
an offering
of a life well-lived,
and how I used them
to see and feel you.

Home

and I build my nest
time and again,
in the open arms
of an ancient tree,
not because I need a home,
but because I know
that it's the canopy of blue
which holds my nest,
and that is the home
that belongs to me.

Where do I Belong?

when I sometimes get tired
of being a messy human
day after endless day,
and I dip into the warm waters
of quiet solitude,
this question drops down
into the bed of my heart
like an anchor -
'where do I belong?'
and then a tiny bubble
rises ever so slowly
to kiss the glimmering ripples,
as if to say -
'be the longing',
and that just seems
perfectly okay.

Where do I belong?

A young girl sat huddled by the window, looking up into the darkening canopy.Clouds gathered in the sky, waiting to paint another dark colour on the canvas without boundaries.  Her face was pale and lost in the mystery of not knowing what picture was going to be unraveled. Her eyes glistened in the pearly moonlight, moist with the waters beyond and within. "Where do I belong?" she asked herself. Silence answered with her quiet, loving presence.

Her moist eyes now began to give.....giving in to the tranquility, giving away their pain -a barter for love and warmth? A tiny teardrop poised on her gossamer cheeks whispered softly to itself - "Where do I belong?"...before it surrendered to the wind, leaving no trace but a taut, dry skin from where it had disappeared....into the dark, fragrant silence that melted all over her like warm, dark chocolate.

The wind ruffled her long hair as she sat with herself. There was a dash of salt in it as she felt it rush by her face and kiss her lips. The ocean was close and full . Was the wind carrying a message to her from the ocean? Was it taking a message from her to the sea? She heard it whisper softly in her ears that were waiting for the faintest clue to gather weight.
"You belong to me.
And I belong to you."

The young girl smiled and stood up. She closed her eyes and opened her heart. She could see the clouds in the teardrop, the teardrop in the wind, the wind in the ocean, and the ocean in everything. She felt full and loved. Silence gathered her in her arms as she watched the incandescent moon rise over the dark sky. She knew where her home was.