Wide open

Time is irrelevant, feels like I have been floating through blank space for a millenia.

Guilt keeps me anchored to a nucleus.

The gravity of the earth on the moon.

Red dust therapy has got me yearning.

Wide open, freedom in these places.

Worry does not linger there.

There is no place for it to hide.

Flowing flat honesty, spirituality radiating.

Let my spirit glide, spread eagle earth.

Kilometres of horizon to be explored.

Let the suit men have their millimetres of office space to control.

They have no place in their hearts, for the freedom kilometres out there.

 © Deon Heemskerk 20-9-2012

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