On The Road
The adventure, the unforeseen are
the joy of traveling.
The unexpected which becomes a
miracle.
A sense of freedom arouses flashes
and soul and is in charge whilst
traveling. Indulge in the power of this
new freedom: explore, feel, hear,
see, trust and breathe the freedom
breeze.
Sun's last breath tones the sky with dreamy light,
alike a lover's wistful smile while whispering goodbye.
Metamorphosis
awakes a sensuous
caress.
I sense the pleasure
solely reserved for
life-giving creatures.
How do I want to live
this life ?
As a gift or as a lie?
Sometime I find myself
inside
an endless night
without a sunrise
ahead,
wandering
asleep
and spiritually
empty.
Observe them
caring futile stuff.
It’s a baby giggle,
the sea sound,
the emotion of the sun
rising and setting,
the magnificence of
the moon,
narcissistic woman,
who every night
changes pose.
What counts?
Remember life is not a race but a collective
ride,
don’t run blindfolded repeating a task.
Seek answers to simple questions
everyone must ask.
This life is very much
alike
a river
which does not
flow
straight:
It bends, it turns, it
curves.
Being there when it’s happening.
I Took a route.
I Changed it.
I Changed it
Again.
I got lost until
I found
what
belonged to me.
Vagabond soul
Happiness is free.
Hug a stranger!
Images courtesy of Domino
Poetry by Eolo
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