The upsurge of the spirit free

No burdens on shoulders carried,

No grudges harboured, no grouses there

To no prejudices, futilely, married.

The mind that leaps into the skies

No stars that cannot ever be reached,

Like the eagle soaring on high

No clouds that cannot ever be breached.

The heart, light as is the feather

It’s tapestry allegorical

Woven, as it is by a million threads

Secrets dark, desires mystical.

The light of spirit, they dance through life 

Waltzing, as do the waves on seas, 

The highs and lows all a part 

As are storms and the gentle breeze.

Abandonment, is not a running away

It’s a homecoming of a kind,

When freed from the troubles around

Are the heart and the drowning mind.

The shackled mind it’s chains carries

Deeply bruised is its soul,

Wounds deeper than the oceans

Leaving it less than whole

But, nothing does the free spirit

Ever, in its stride, rue,

All forgotten, banished blues

Whirling as the Dervishes do.

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