Glistening crystals of dew sprinkled
Along your way.
Do you take notice of them, or do you
Pass them by?
Do you steal a glimpse of their
Suddenly recognizing that your own
Is being identically mirrored
Back to you,
By the Free Spirit who is smiling
Do you suddenly inhale deeply
The awakening of the roses,
The bluebells, the morning glorys –
Permeating the yet uncontaminated
Savoring all their magnificence
In a secret part of your memory
The Free Spirit has taught you
Alone how to access;
One you alone can now
Conjure at will.
One you need share with only yourself,
When you feel the need to remember
What it means to be a Free Spirit.
These secret memories can be shared
At will with other Free Spirits.
All you have to do is think it, wish it,
And they will enter the universe,
To be plucked out of the air
And shared with the one
You know is in your heart.
To be the other Free Spirit,
The one who doesn’t fit,
In the round hole or the square peg;
The Free Spirit who has suddenly appeared
In your world
To tear down mere earthly understandings,
Replacing them with infinite spiritual experiences
So that you, too, can perceive them
As other Free Spirits do,
Because hopefully you are more aware too,
Of the guidance of the Free Spirit
Sent to you by powers that may be.
You still do not understand,
But you will,
So that now you, too, can venture out
From your black and white world
And accept the guidance of your
You have now discovered.