Free Verse
What makes us all, beautiful?
When
chains fall
and freedom felt;
when the soul breathes freely
it is then we experience home,
even if only for a time.
The falling and rising,
the humility that flows from that,
makes us all beautiful,
allowing bitterness and self hatred
to fall away
into that inner ocean
without depth or boundaries.
Perhaps the most fearful thing about the infinite,
that which perhaps is fought the most,
is that it is personal,
loving,
beyond all telling,
wild,
uncontrollable,
that from which all life flows,
revealed as love,
seeking communion.
