On Writing

Poem 162 – A kind of freedom

A kind of freedom

every day new learnings
a fact on my shoulder
a meaning in my kneecap
a flood of sensory skills attacking my nostrils
this body is a facility for instruction intake
this skin a container for enlightenment

I expand
explore the spectrum of my curious aura
ingest the zest of data’s pulsing wisdom
dabble mingle marinate
in the unknown so foreign becomes
freedom & freedom becomes breathing
to honour the classroom of each glorious day


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