Slip steaming along currents
Twisting, rolling through sound,
An elliptic view of earth and sky
Sun rays warm melting cloud.
All the leaves glisten with dew drops and beams
Calling for company atop twig and bough,
Gliding through rain fall and rock face ravines
Seeking no rest, no place to set down.
Craving the heady scent of today
Immersing in gusts and slip stream waves,
Floating on nothing whilst singing in space
A fluttering proclamation to herald and retrace,
The arrival and journey from there unto here
A notion of being without any fear.
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Karen Eastland
In addition to my creative pursuits, I'm also a dedicated advocate for education and literacy. Through my writing, I seek to inspire others to follow their passions, to make a positive impact on their world.
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