expansive freedom : soul poem
i drop into the knowing of me
by releasing the knowing of you.
i hold all in a simple and profound
embrace that ties no-one and nothing
to anything other than themselves
and the love the binds us all
as we weave our stories
together and under and over
and around the layers of existence.
i hear the sound of expansion
as hearts drop into themselves
and effortlessly beat in unison
with the pulse of the universe.
dreams become undone
and reworked as beauty and grace
find their way into the crevices
of unchecked and unmarked
places within the human spirit.
rather than quitting
we stay tuned to the harmony
of what it means to commit
to oneself and to life itself.
we come alive in the presence
of one another
and continue to make room
for all that is to come.
breath in and then out -
shifting realities as air enters lungs
and veins move blood
blessed with the sweet nectars of life.
honey drips from the branches
and lips find themselves
reaching towards others
who share in the quest for being
in ways that give way
to the practical desires of the heart.
we shift and move -
we dance and weave -
we strip ourselves bare
as the trees bask in the glory
of who we are in the wild form of humanity.
we recognize the connections
between one and two and two and three -
and we see how we are not separate from nature
but rather completely intertwined
just like our hands as our fingers
find comfort in the way they fit
as we loosen our grip
and create space
for the infinite grace
of lovers in a time
of complex change.
we rearrange the constructs of our minds
so we may see beyond
the conditioned ways
that have kept us tethered
to lives that no longer make sense.
there is immense liberation
when we can immerse ourselves
in the joy of opening
to that which is beyond our comprehension.
did i mention…
expansive freedom is who i am -
it is me in the entirety of my awakened soul.
it is the gold that glows
from behind my eyes
as i learn the wise ways
of days gone past
and days to come.
presently present -
i walk into what it means to be.
this is me.
morgan leigh callison
mostly i write to remind myself what it means to be me. it is through words, my soul finds expression & my mind finds a place for form to take shape.