Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

When the rhythm of the spirit no longer steps to life and the journey on this earth is ended and my soul takes its final flight. Celebrate joyously for I have journeyed far and on my travels I have reached to the farthest stars. I spent my life fighting for the freedom just to be and when the time is chosen heed my final plea, to blow my ashes in the wind of a stormy sea, for at that very moment I will finally be free.

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2 comments:

Mark said...

Freedom is found in death, alas we do not have to physically die to experience this freedom. We can die in other ways to know freedom.

Rachel C Miller said...

For in the shadow of death,births a new beginning.