Sunday, September 22, 2013

I Write of That Journey

I remember how my mother would hold me.
I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.

I understand now what was happening.
Love so strong a force
it broke the cage, 

and she disappeared from everything
for a blessed

All actions have evolved 
from the taste of flight; 
the hope of freedom
moves our cells
and limbs.

Unable to live on the earth, Mira ventured out alone in the sky - 
I write of that journey
of becoming as 
free as

Don't forget love; 
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across
the universe.

From:  Love Poems from God
Daniel Ladinsky 
Photo:  Peter Bowers