I woke to the breeze
carrying the sweet smell
of salt upon it to my senses.
Visializing the break of surf,
the shift of the dunes
ever changing, never conforming.
And I was liberated,
released from form
from the orthometrics;
lines, walls, barriers of glass and box
losing binds of thoughts
into shades of enlightenment:
allowing myself flow of meaning;
running like a stream
in my construction of being.
I have established no boundaries,
no final conclusion, drawn no lines;
inside or out.
as diversified events of water
shift to directions
which will change in a moment.
I am now willing to accept;
erect no walls;
destiny now accepted
transformation is clear,
round, smooth;
no more sharp edges
thus mental lines are clearer.
I will try to attach order,
closing gaps of disorder
widening perception;
enjoying the freedom,
for as the sands and water
wider forces seem to work.
There is no finality of visions,
nothing is viewed completely,
tomorrow is a new day
and a new day is renewal
~new pages to write
in the book of fate.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Your wording is wonderful and the imagery is out of this world. WOW!!! AND, it goes so well with the BG. Good luck in the contest dear.
