Rootless
No Land Could Hold Me
Times in silence felt unsettling;
I disguised it as loneliness
The memories of my muertos claimed
my peace
my selfishness fought to let them go.
From dark obscure sombers
I rose
one by one
they were gone
Death upheld its claim
none remained
Others left playing their own game
A striking light appeared
showing my strength
without fear
Justice was near
Everything I sought
was right inside me
I thought I lost it
in my many travels
No roots
I ever claimed
for rootless
is how I wish to remain
Free against the current
I shall fly
it is the only way
to rise
While others search for enlightenment
it was granted to me
The world is far too vast
no land could ever hold me
Like a leaf blown by the wind
I rise
I land
in places I want to see
but have never been
One by one
I have come to know them
In memory of those who left before me
I learned time
is not granted
The rising beat of the sun
I cherish
the humming of the earth
my waking clock
I rise with it
at night it lulls me
When dreamland finally arrives
I astral travel
I dream
of flying
even when I sleep.
Such is the eagerness
of freedom
within me
I was caged once
perhaps twice
until I realized
wings
were made
to fly.
“The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly”. —Nietzsche


Riveting. I loved these lines:
I dream
of flying
even when I sleep.
I do too. Not only flying, but so many spectacular things.
Lo siento tan verdadero… cada palabra me empuja a ser valiente y a seguir mi propio camino. Simplemente hermoso.