“How does one know when enough is enough?”
“When they learn the lesson being taught.”
Getting older humbles you,
To the point of remembering where You come from.
“Where do you come from?”
“Where do I come from?”
Ancestors point to my roots, I ground.
Refocusing on what makes my soul feel important.
Adapting and changing and,
Changing and adapting….
Over the hills the birds fly high,
With the view of you below
You thought you were alone,
But the birds have kept you company.
The birds, gray and white. Red, brown.
Reminds you of a place you grew.
Places where beings are free
And natural
Smells of wild lilies and campfires.
Rising dew and bare feet below.
Red shirt, black shorts, hair free.
Hair free.
“Everything you want,
It’s already yours”
“How does it become so chaotic?”
“Forgetting where you are.”
“Forgetting who you are.”
“Loving yourself in the journey”
“Remembering yourself.”
Free
Free to be everything.
Everything you like.
Everything you love.
“It comes to you, always.”
Walking through the woods,
Sticks below you, the birds above you.
The birds.
They continue to guide you.
Free.
– M.C.
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