Autumn

It is this time of the year again, 
leaves falling, dancing in the wind.

 

The light is dimmed, 
oceans silent, waiting for the next wave.

 

Like a child hugging its legs, 
the world is wrapping itself for winters breath.

 

When will we just be, when will we stop to survive,

start our life?

 

I can see my footsteps in the sand, they have come a long way

now I know, that I walked in circles,

there was never anything to be achieved.

No goal ahead, just a purpose inside of me.

 

Where did I leave faith? Where did I start to fight against reality?

 

I found a wishbone little darling, in the sand, in your heart,

in your hand.
I found a wishbone little dancer, dance with me.

 

Like a startling piece of broken mirror, I can see my face, 
lifted up to the sun, enlightened by a single ray.

 

It hit me, brought me here, to this page. 
The words forming, tumbling, 
flowing out of me with no apparent sense or reason.

 

And yet, there is a story to be told. The story of us humans, stumbling through life, searching blind for fulfillment,

only to realize that it is right here, inside of us.

 

This is my quest — to free my soul. The soul that finds itself bound to this little island of life, the soul that finds itself bound to rules of human making.

This is my quest — to free the soul.