Release

A release from obligation and responsibility, the ultimate feeling of being "free"; the letting go of material and worldly attachment.

I stand,
Cold dirt under my feet;
A pressing reality deepening
The grooves of my soul.
I lift my head to the wind,
Arms open to the drifting clouds;
I curl my toes
Against this precipice and breathe,
To feel the cool rush
That chills my skin and pulls me
Forward, into the infinite;
I fall,
Released from desire,
Released from suffering,
Released from love
And loss,
Alone and surrounded
By the color blue.
I feel free,
Falling like a single stone
Into this gasping chasm of the earth---
Into the drumming ocean tides
That lick the knees of the cliff
Like hungry dogs, waiting,
To lift my body, up, up
Through the oblivion
Into nothing.

Reviews

[A. Bennett]

I honestly can't find anything to say. The rhythm of it, the ebb and flow of the words as they melt into each other, leaves me wanting more. I really love the feeling behind it, and it speaks to me temptingly. Beautiful! :)

[Ravyne Hawke]

Wow! That is one beautiful and powerful poem. Such beautiful and yet haunting imagery. Definitely a fave.

[Antonio Valentino]

I really liked this... maybe because it reminds me of my own style some...

So glad I got to read this this evening.

Very, very nice. Looking forward to reading more.
Antonio :)