Poem 2
Wild Flower
We all are bound to the earth
like puppets with strings.
Me? I yearn yo fly away.
So arrogant I am!
why no? I ask.
I have been there before.
There?
In the fear, in the challenge
of the new exploration.
Where the wild spirit roars.
There!
Where testing my limits,
always breaking the rules,
those rules of our common perceptions,
is what sustains my body and my soul.
And despise that, I know, we all know,
we are bound here.
Confined to our delicate ways, as physical beings,
In balance with the sun and the seasons.
As a rhythm we need to keep to be
in tune with the dance of the cosmos.
And me?..just like a little wild flower,
strong and delicate…
I balance my strength and
my sensibility with art.