u n b o u n d
stream of consciousness
I recommend a moment to linger with this song before beginning the poem.
when
my body
wilts from this
existence i will return
to thee released into the wind
as my essence flutters
riding the wild
breeze
song of
the blackbird
will carry my heart over
lands i walked in physical form not
the end but the continuing
as my presence is
transformed
whisked
away
by
trade winds
riding currents
through time and space
over mountains valleys oceans
until i find my resting
place i will return
to that from
which i
came
as i meld
with the infinite
separating from what i
once perceived as me settling
ashes in the earth so i
can nourish thee
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soul
unbound
by flesh and bone
soaring skies of brilliant
splendor clouds gently carry me
into the onward places
i’ll be reminded i
remember
whispering light
sparkling shifts calling
out to me wondrous shimmers
of endless magic my human eyes forgot
to see the beauty of the beyond
with no limits for my soul
consciousness
unbound the
infinite
to
b
e
h
o
l
d
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Written with a friend in mind– gone too soon.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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