Wild

a poem

wild this is who I am this is what I am

my life is a poem wild and unstructured

a song enchanting this frequency all my own

I’m a gardener I garden this planet as I garden my soul

I pull up weeds and plant flowers clear the dry underbrush and gather plants

what is this existence? what are the boundaries to the soul?

what happens when we go beyond the limits of this life?

what happens when we let our inner purpose unfold?

Thank you for reading!