Friday, December 4, 2009

Think back:

It felt like the wind rushing through your hair.
Your feet running away- to the direction of your heart.
It felt like a rhythm playing in your head that could not be dismissed.
It was the smile you flashed as you danced.
You had no inhibitions.
The baggage flew off.

You lived.
You were free.

The world was your burrito.

And we loved.
We are called to love.
We are free to love-
without an agenda.

Call me crazy, but I love you.
I love you with every ounce of my being.

Fearless; the window that calls me outward.
I follow with graceful footsteps;
so silent, but so raucous, it musn't be ignored.

I follow. I follow freely.
I inspire for the source of it.

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