To Be

by Daniel Liberatore

To live inside a blossom
A glass with clear lining
And hear the birds awaken
Without prejudices of last night’s moan

To lie between the dew drops
Among the blades of grass
Silently forever swaying
In their soft existence of now

To be between the bark and its wooden statue
That lingers hugging closely
Spying upward for a moment’s glance
Into the lightning sky above

To be a dancer among the clouds
With feet made of nothing
Twirling in the sweet existence of everything
And yearning for the adventures undone

To be free
To be tranquil
To be all
To be none

To be yourself dreaming
To be
To be

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