That Anchor, The Freedoms We Thought We Lost!

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Seeking silence, amongst these crumbling ideals,
holding onto memories that once opened doors,
and fed our dreams.
divided,
conquered,
lost souls
roaming within the stories we are told!

Ego paves it way,
with fear wrapped up
disguised as choice,
creating paths, that disconnect
expression denied,
waiting to resurrect.

lights flicker
as the world begins to disintegrate,
the soil beneath our feet
holds secrets,
keys that open up,
parts of our subconscious,
carving new ways
new ideas
new days, ablaze.

This desire to control,
to take back what once was,
to feel the natural rhythm
that feeds our soul.

Questions,
held within,
dripping in sequence with the knowledge we hold,
each step
opening up new directions,
expressions
as bold as the sun!

And so
we weave our intentions,
flung across all corners of the world!
Webs,
that wrap themselves
around our bare feet,
that anchor, the freedoms we thought we lost!

Head raised to the sky,
arms opened
ready to receive,
Let our abundance now flow
as we rise up from our knees,
shackles turn to dust
our minds finally freed,
empowered and
healed, from our dis ease!