Sunday, July 6, 2008

Freedom

I try to imagine the most beautiful thing in the world, and it’s we. It’s we without fear painted over our eyes.

It’s we without the imaginary hard lines between us.

It’s we letting the wind blow us this way and that way, not resisting, just resting on its currents.

Things don’t look we very often, but that’s ok. I carry we in my heart.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

lovely....
I carry "we" in my heart as well