Moments of Freedom

Moments of Freedom

And I stop

for a second,

like that moment when I awake

before my mind starts working.

And I stop.

I see

I hear

I smell

I touch

I feel

I am.

And it is just as it is

for a second,

and then

well then I become my thoughts

until I remember again

to stop.

Maybe the sound of the woodpecker,

maybe to sight of the majestic Stag,

maybe the smell of the cold, damp dew,

maybe the feel of the wind on my face,

reminds me to stop.

Reminds me to return to that place,

that place of stillness,

where darkness doesn't exist,

only light.

Where freedom is a possibility

for a split second,

just being,

just being,

just being free,

just being me.

By Joanna Kay

Tags: Awareness, senses, pause

Post Date: September 2017