Freedom...

Lately I've been thinking about how many meanings this word has....actually it has a particular meaning for each one of us...there are so many ways to get a feeling of freedom: one can travel. Travel with imagination, travel with feelings, travel with your dreams...sometimes it's not necessary to leave home. Sometimes, you just explore what's inside you, the world inside you...That reminds me of something I heard in a clip on Discovery channel: not all explorers leave home....:)

That's a poem about dreams, about hope, obviously about freedom..and about that light that we all have inside us



You have to fly your way, bird.

Your body has been left alone.

Follow the quiet song, bird

Your heart belongs to the wolves

The way has thorns,

The roses are old

You can only see their faces

Following you

Don't be afraid, they're ghosts

It's just a dream

Roses are ghosts for them too.

Try to pick what's left for you, bird

You're a ghost to them

So you have everything:

You have the shape where the light wants to be

You have the water that people drink in their dreams

They can't even see you

While you fly on your way in the sky.