Freedom found you

Illuminated, the folds of heaven.
Bitten torn feathers.
With plucked thorns from our skulls.
That you and me.
Bittersweet.
Red, like the veins of a tree in autumn.
Washed in golden light.
Drunk with sacred hymns that sing in your bones.
I see the lotus bloom in your eyes.
I want to hear your temple sing.
These snow covered aspects, higher.
Above the shelf we cannot reach.
Tickled by the zephyr underneath.
No longer the caged bird that sings.
But the sparrow that stole the sky.

14 thoughts on “Freedom found you

  1. This is such beautiful poetry. I’m in awe. I especially love these lines the most:

    “Red, like the veins of a tree in autumn.
    Washed in golden light.
    Drunk with sacred hymns that sing in your bones.”

    Art. This is beauty and art in pure imagery. Amazing work, yet again.

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  2. the sparrow that stole the sky – like a folklore in the making – just that one line is pure art, it sits on my tongue like a new ice cream flavour. The four walls can’t contain your genius!

    Like

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