How does it feel?

How does it feel to be touched?
How does it feel to be crushed?
How does it feel to be alone?
How does it feel to be at home?
On the roam?
On the streets?
In a car?
At a bar
In the marsh
By the sea
On top of a mountain peak?

Falling back into thee,
Remember the body.
Remember the start.
Return to the spark,
that spawned all art.

Rest in your passion
Rooted in strength and love
Full in this fashion
Give thanks to above
Below, within, without, about
All that I see and feel is real
And all I need to heal
is time
to practice
to feel and breathe
Let go of needs
I remember
I Am free.

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