Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Being The Space

When the birds sing
and flowers bring
colour to brighten you
then I too feel like dancing.

With welcome grace
a space appears
so I burst forth with joyful moves
twirling like tea-tree petals
I am feeling more alive
the birds whistle while I glide.

I began expanding,
rotating round the room
then following through
to the garden place
where Red Grevillea was calling me,
enticing another leap ahead
to choose a life of joy instead
of more wondering.

So Now with clarity I fly freely.

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