Move - Poem by Corrari Wabbit
Relegated to silence through choice,
I am connecting....
My serene environment niches lifes wonders
I am connected....
Left to drift, my energy spills, undirected; flowing at my feet,
It niether gathers nor disperses...just flows.
I am receiving....
My mind reals to organise the immence ecstasy i feel as life energy
brushes past my ever expanding need for desire; ...dancing light, random
sounds and the ditinct feeling of peace.
i am unmoved....
i choose to be unmoveable; but gladly resign to my urge to move through my own made world,
to live, to breath, to work, to play, to love, to exist, to understand, to have purpose....
I am me....
This is me...
i do this...
I think this...
I am this...
....i am unmoved...
Comments about Move by Corrari Wabbit
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye