"The world is a prison for the believer . . . " - pbuh
There are times
i awake
and the day
she greets me
naked
pure
In all her wondrous glory
And i am grateful
for solitary breath
for limbs
that work perfectly
for the sun
when she shines
rain as it falls
and for birds,
endlessly trilling
outside my window
And there are times
when i simply wish
to close my eyes
to sleep eternal
A most peaceful rest,
one of absolute divinity
where i need not think,
eat, nor breathe
An existence
where i am truly one
with all of creation
Where I am more than energy
more than the speed of light
stronger than the sun
wind
moon
and the stars
as they shine their weary smiles
upon me now.
Gently.
I wish to be the Great Frontier
its grasslands plenty
horses, wild, free
trees, untouched by man
My spirit,
the heartbeat
of wild buffalo
This place exists
in my heart
and I am
a sentient being
Human.
Quietly,
dying.
© Susan Marie 2013
