Clipped Wings.

Darkness revealed.

Jailed mind.

Illusion of the defeatist.

Conquer fears.

Get up.

Brush up dirt thrown on the face.

Unfetter the chains.

Hum the song of life.

It’s called freedom.

Free the soul.

Embrace the light flowing.

Be the sparkle.

Seek clarity.

Walk the tight rope.

Embrace change.

Beat the path made of thorns.

Be a seeker.

Explore the soul.

Fly high above the mundane.

Test your weaknesses.

Stroke the heart.

Love with passion.

Jump in the frozen water.

Close your eyes,

stand on the cliff.

Flirt with freedom.







  1. To be honest dear Poet, I can’t catch the posts as before… Sometimes I miss so many beautiful things. So sorry for this. In this poem, especially the last lines,

    “Close your eyes,

    stand on the cliff.

    Flirt with freedom”

    impressed me so much… and also an image appeared in my mind. Philosophically impressed me second time… Many years ago I was watching a documentary film, and it was about the Himalayas… the man (speaker and the adventurer coming from the west) and the native guide (probably Tibetan) were trekking in the monk paths of the Himalayas… Narrow paths, turning around the rocky mountains, one side rocks and the other side is cliff… Then the guide stopped for a break and sat at the edge of the path with cross legs…. The man was surprised because it was a very dangerous position… The guide said that with his close eyes, “in times you learn mountain, and you also learn yourself too, so even with my close eyes I know how safe to sit in here…”

    and now you added something too, “Freedom”… How impressed me…
    Thank you, Blessing and Happiness,
    Love, nia

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