The White Eagle Speaks
Freedom has learned to fly...
Freedom flies without stagnation
being concerned with neither wars nor nations
She sets up her house in skies unobliterated
by hates or fears or other irrational stations of mind
Her house is the vastness of the midnight skies
The intensities of countless Suns
The depths of dark in the mid of night
The flowing streams by whence the willows grow
The lillies of the valley, the Lotus blossoms
from the cleanest waters and the darkest too
The heat of a cloudless day or the
coolness of a winter's snow
Freedom flies, and that's all you need to know
You do not need to control her and furthermore
You can't, but you sure can learn to enjoy her
if you can learn to let go of your desires to control her
Some wonderful imagery of the free and the wild, the uncontrollable, beautiful poetry!
Thanks, Calluna (and hr1) - whoever you are. I wanna do good here on steemit, and anywhere I go, and of course make good friends along the trails we walk both alone and together.
The lillies of the valley, the Lotus blossoms
from the cleanest waters and the darkest too
The heat of a cloudless day or the
coolness of a winter's snow
Some lovely imager in this one, Maynard:)
Thank you Pryde.