• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 10

Naturally Living

Free to the sway of the wind
Gravity defying contortions

Stretching your sinew to meander into desired forms
The aches that must have formed that arc

Delusional mind blunders
Birth to awe defining views

Nurturing your body to fit nature’s scenes
Must be the forms that babes come into being

Each form a curl and an arc that mother nature directed
To feel each fiber form into muscle into limb into form

To feel synchronicity with the peaceful wild

And still breath and hold your pace
Hear that rhythmic beat you’ve trained

The silence your feet have mastered
Feather landing in picturesque applause

Like two forces you blend in-between
To keep from repulsive likes

In that space your you and yours morphs into you