My identical, my beautiful Soul said her goodbyes as she leaves for the night.
I'm left waiting for her return yet again, not knowing if she will be back with another tragedy.
Does she know what's best for her?
Deep down she knows but will never say it.
I watch her wither down to a small frame each day,
and I feel as though I'm losing my self.
We are one, we always have been and never will be separate.
I feel her emotions, I think her thoughts.
I know what's best for her because I am her.
We are the same but in our own bodies,
We know what's best for us, we know.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Busy mind, please be still.
I need the space that thoughts don't fill.
Breathe deep and clear from down below.
Ride silent tides, the ebb and flow.
Bend and stretch with breath of fire.
Chant the words that take mind higher.
Connecting me with thee and those.
The stillness brings inspirational prose.
Patience, love, serenity.
These are the gifts you give to me.

Namaste

One day, we will grow out of the soil
Chasing the Sun, seeking the same light, the same warmth
Standing through storms and maintaining posture during dearth of rain

and when autumn brings the strongest gusts
We will not be ripped

One day, we will float in the same wind
Towards the same sea
Spreading throughout neighboring fields

and when the driest of winters comes
We will persist

One harvest
Compatible seeds