Poem: Flying Through the Bars


Flying Through the Bars

You breathe out.
You breathe in.
You breathe out
the tension,
the anxieties,
the fears,
the uncertainties,
the anger,
the shame,
every drop of unworthiness,
one breath at a time,
you watch it all evaporate,
disappear for a time.
You are empty, able
to fly through the bars,
a young bird again
with endless horizons.

About this poem

We are always the ones that get in our own way. Meditation is part of how I get out of my own way.

The picture was taken at Wilson Castle, in Proctor, VT. I have no idea what the building was used for originally, but it is my favorite part of the whole estate.


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