I seek the quiet place within, to hide, perhaps find freedom
From the outward me I show, when days wild fury flies.
There comes a time, I know, it seems,
there’s too much wildness here,
And yet it’s known within my soul,
I cannot live with lies.
For to let the spirit fly, I must just be myself,
Run free within the walls of thought,
I can be no one else.
8 comments:
Wow - the poem and image are just wonderful. I agree with the sentiments expressed, truth comes from the inside and it begs to be returned there too:):)
Olga from http:revedoa@blogpsot.com
The journey of truth is difficult! How true, one must just be as oneself great line! Difficult to do in this world but great attitude nevertheless!
WONDERFUL image !!!
Have a super weekend.
Beautiful poem....and image.
Just getting back into it -- AGAIN...
but scanning back down the page .... Your work never Fails to AMAZE!
and glad you have garnered so much attention to your Talent.
I told you so way back when..... :P
Danny
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Yes, my dear friend, you did tell me so. Who would have thought?! I'm glad to see you back. I have missed you!
beautiful as always :) i can only be myself...some food for thought
I've been thinking similar thoughts. They roll around my head like marbled mantras...cold and solid among all that wilderness. Lovely image!
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