Tag Archives: freedom

To think that I can be me, just as I am

  To think that I can be me, just as I am chips and cracks and glories and all is an incredible thought; it’s like that singular moment where, after wearing shackles you freeze in nakedness, disbelieving your freedom and … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, Spiritual poetry | Tagged , , , | 27 Comments

On we go

  On we go glowing grasses dawning light freedom dripping off our tusks     © Meisaan Chan   Photo credit: National Geographic    

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , | 2 Comments