The freedom I seek is not loud nor showy.

It is not dependent on big sips of whiskey or dancing ‘till sunrise or running barefoot through wide-open wheat fields with friends.

No.

The freedom I seek is the freedom of my soul.

I want to rip the chains off my caged spirit and set her down gently on the wild horse of life, with sun-streaked presence in her hair and a serene, knowing smile on her face.

The freedom I seek, it’s simple.

It’s quiet.

It’s subtle.

It requires nothing but my own effort.

So, here, here, here I go.

I desperately long…

To feel the wind tickle my heartstrings as I drop to my knees and surrender to this life-gem’s painful, sparkling beauty.

To be so drenched in quiet that I hear nothing but the shush-shush-shushing of my soul’s gentle footsteps.

To sit perfectly alone in a whirling tornado of thoughts, with feelings gushing and emotions running wild, facing them all with respect, awe and patient curiosity.

To hear church bells, and let each resounding ding! ding! ding! rouse my sleeping spirit from her morphine-laced slumber.

Oh, how I desperately long…

To step out of society’s busy stream and dip my toes into the still, hungry waters of truth, seeing with my heart-eyes, how things really are.

Because I require more than occasional droplets of presence.

I long to swim for hours in dark blue seas of consciousness.

I long to taste the pouring rains of this exquisite existence and be humbled by each rumble of thunder.

I long to touch coral reefs of sacred wisdom and dance with phosphorescent fishes that send me up in flames with their exotic, otherworldly beauty.

Yes.

The freedom I seek is the freedom of my soul.

No other freedom will do.

No other freedom

No matter how wild

Or deliciously sweet

Will ever satisfy the frantic calls

Of my thirsty, seeking skin.

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Relephant read:

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3 Benefits of Keeping a Gratitude Journal

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Author: Sarah Harvey

Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photo: Pixabay