Thursday, October 4th, 2012

The Sun — Tarot of the Absurd


I floated buoyant through the air

loosed to freedom— free of care—

I sang— singing— cloud-wing winging—

free— but to my freedom clinging—

when— AT ONCE!— I knew all truth of being—

love is free— and faith is freeing.

2 Responses

  1. Chloe says:

    Bouncing on clouds, free of strife,
    I wish this always was my life… 🙂

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