Sunday, January 6, 2013

a loosened spirit

he ate and
drank the
  precious words –
his spirit grew
robust –
he knew no more
that he was poor;
nor that his
frame was
  dust –
he danced
along the dingy
and this bequest
of wings
was but a book –
what liberty
a loosened spirit
  brings –

emily dickinson

1 comment:

Lise said...

so lovely to read this today - thank you for the gifts you devotedly find and share - that come from the vision that comes from the heart that comes from the wanting and beating and breathing and turning through space and somehow is gratified - that must be grace...