• Sunday , 19 February 2017
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Poetry of the Soul |My Restless Mind

Feeling so limited in my human form.
My mind is restless.
My physical body is heavy
My emotional body does not feel like waves
Rather like a whirling storm
Of deep sadness and loss.
I notice an almost delibitating hunger
To be in nature
To merge with the stream
To fly with the swallow
To sink deeply into the fluffy clouds
To drink the nectar
To dance naked in the forest
To run with the squirrel
To orgasm in the heat of the burning sun
To slide playfully over the rainbow
To touch your heart
To bare my soul
And declare to the universe
At last
I am free
~Elizabeth Shakti Kaloczi

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