31/10/2026
I cannot be contained,
rearranged, brought into compliance,
or redefined to fall into a fold,
like sheep without direction.
I am filled with intentions,
innovation is my station.
I love to learn, to feel deeply,
accept my own failings
and willingly switch my path.
I love to bathe, to write stories,
connect the dots and people,
to find the threads that weave us together.
My purpose is service,
but don't step over the mark,
or I may become dark,
like thunder rolling through the sky.
I might plunder,
crack across your horizon,
or fly on my broom
to another dimension.
That is my zone,
my inner home,
where I meet my God
and rediscover myself.
There, I need nothing but solace and silence,
nothing to do with meeting
anyone else's requirements.
Blissful am I
when I close my eyes,
find my soul at rest,
recharge myself,
fill my inner portal
and step away from being mortal.
Dearest self,
be gentle in remembering who you are,
what your mission is,
and that your life choices remain your own.
Be contained within the bubbles
that set you free.
Cast your words like spells
for the universe to conspire with,
in Divine time,
so fine.
Written with love
By Lynn Easton
