The Sunday Muse #218
The world in its shades
Builds many barriers
A cacophony of choices
That is when the spirit speaks
A language of freedom.
There is peace
In the smallest things
When nature plays
The flute of resonance
Life takes a leap.
Maybe a hermit
Took birth through those choices
But, there was a choice
Without the hurdles
Made by the social norms.
Freedom comes
At a price!
This poem is dedicated to Sherry Blue Sky!
I love this poem, and relate to it on so many levels. This is my favourite photo of the bunch as my wolf dog Pup looked just like this. I love the spirit speaking of freedom, peace in the smallest things, and I am a bit of a hermit myself, so this poem is singing my song. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI am glad to know that this poem resonates with you <3
DeleteFreedom certainly does have a price. This poem is utterly wise and lovely Sunita!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Carrie :)
Deletesage words, Sunita!
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