A poem representing the pleasure of spiritual and physical freedom. |
My World... Somewhere my soul dwells freely, Somewhere I am able to breathe deeply, Somewhere I cry like when I was born And the moon smiles down at me, warmly That is my world - my only possession Far away from the immoral congestions It lies silent...dark and brightly lit It lies with me - my only obsession I go there often when the lights go out Low-lying, breathing fields welcome me I see my hut, lucid, two miles away - Two miles, two more steps, and I will be free! I sit by the lake...I think of your world; A world where it does not matter who you are, A world where man kills man, Where most spirits are covered in tar I sit by the lake...I think of God And thank Him for giving me my world; Where I can sleep and pray fearlessly, Where nature loves me, and tortures are not hurled I drink the surrounding fragrance and scenery, It moves me into a magical trance, It lifts my soul to pure freedom And allows my power and happiness to enhance I open my eyes and look back at the moon - I look back at the lake...and smile, I embrace nature as it envelops my soul, I breathe freely, even if only for a little while... |