Becoming As Free As God Poem Of The Month

I remember how my mother would hold me.

I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.

I understand now what was happening.

Love so strong a force

it broke the cage,


and she disappeared from everything

for a blessed



All actions have evolved

from the taste of flight;

the hope of freedom

moves our cells

and limbs.


Unable to live on the earth, 

Mira ventured out alone in the sky,

I write of that journey

of becoming as

free as



Don’t forget love;

it will bring all the madness you need

to unfurl yourself across

the universe.’


(enlightened female  mystic and poet)

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