Friday, May 11, 2007

Is it not freedom..

eyes do speak up,
you can make a change

eyes fixed on my rearview,
a while back.

but swinging on the edge of the plateau,
there is so much beauty, and so much horror,
the chaos and the carnage,
the smiles and the cries,
those tearful tears.

but but after a hurricane,
as there is equanimity
and oodles of hope...

with my half closed eyes,
i see there is light
it may not be twinkling stars
but it is no tinsel or illusion
it is real..

that will illuminate the dawn,
till the dusk
but if they look at me,
i can feel you within my skin.

that's what freedom is to me.

Keep reading and remain connected.

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At 12:02 PM, Blogger Sur said...

great pic!! and a great post to match it!


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