Monday, May 23, 2011

Free Spirit

Moonbeam
Through the field I run,
A moonbeam in my hand,
A fire in my heart,
An echo in the land.

All of everything,
And nothing combined,
On a pinnacle,
Between space and time.

Stopping, thinking,
Choosing to be,
Running with a moonbeam,
Through the land. -- by Maria Green


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