The limit is five and five
should I not sea is to dye
from living within the lie.
When it hurts is to cry
and to live within the lie
is to be as lost as we
as a fish in the sky and
scared as we sail to
the heights of life within lie
and to find the way
through mist in our day
and to render the truth
in moments within loss.
A feather floats away
and is replace with joy
in our new found way.
No limits to life.
No limits today.
Sail with me on a
beam of light when life
was One and One was
flight and sight is there
in your heart if you dare
just follow your truth
surrender the way for
things are given when
lived for the day.
No limits to life.
No limits today.
And the wise one flies
with stars in her eyes
and the Shaman speaks
to the life within trees
and the Mother sleeps
as the corn await bees
and Nature flows.
The wind always blows
and sown are the seeds
of life in the sea as her
shore sweeps away and
refreshes the day and you
can smell in the weeds
that a time comes to heed
Natures Way.
No limits today....
~ Poetry by Storm ~
No comments:
Post a Comment