i am free
free if only
for today
awake in the morning
white laden mountains
Schubert and Parra
lifting weight
from the shoulders
of my soul
voices connecting me
to the ancient
caminos trodden
by calloused feet
heights of father sun
whose son am i?
mother earth will embrace me
with with her dusty arms
and release me
from the prison
of this corpse
yet today i am
free
free to live
laugh
love
and linger
in each moment
as if it were my last
to savor the tastes
which drip like honey
upon my tongue
the crisp air
filling my lungs
with sacred songs
sung
by the spirits
searching an audience
amidst the polluted
existence of modernity
echoing from the cavernous steeps
into the overpopulated
valley below
that today
we are free
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