Not just one way

"Freedom is the oxygen of the soul" ~Moshe Dayan

Once again the silence and stillness wraps around.
No impulse to move or to speak,
only be here now amidst the rapture of breath.

Again I have broken the vow I made to myself
only now to ask:

who is the one that demands that I am consistent and why?

Repetition and consistency may be the way of an industrialised world
but my true essence is wild and free.

So why do I try and tame what wants to flow like a river?

There are countless ways to show up in the world each day.
Not just one.
Not just one.