Single
footsteps,
in the sand
form behind me,
another reminder
that my journey
is my own

The
waves,
They lazily wash over,
effortlessly
filling my imprints,
restoring perfection
to the beach

But,
although they are
now hidden,
I still know
they existed,
In my mind,
And from the sand
On my feet

Kinetic energy
Without equilibrium

A fixed star
Collapsing in on itself

There she stares unblinked
At stellar remnants

Sprawled face up
In the dry aqueduct

Holding her breath
He won't return

To be empowered to grow with the oaks
Is to be intertwined with nature and virtue

To be inspired to fly like the avians
Is to be touched by your own soul

To be rooted into the earth like the flowers
Is to be content with your being and bloom

To be true to thyself is (to be) free