The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition an unedited image that I have taken shall accompany the piece.

Letting go ~ Letting in

Flying free

The space between here and there

Where do we all really sit?

Vibrational energies scattered across a wire

Sitting ducks for our own denials and limiting beliefs.

Letting go ~ Letting in…

Flying free

Once released the gates open and the blinders fall off

A new potential grows within

The horizons expand to welcome the new explorer

The soul who chose self

Letting go ~ Letting in

Flying free…

Whispered invitations float on the wings of passing birds

Beckoning echoes up from the tapestry below

A patchwork quilt of forest, meadow, water and city scapes

Can you hear it?

Or does fear block the sound of your soul’s cry

Letting go ~ Letting in

Flying free…

Oh to be so alive!

~ Flying Free FEC