The word allowing rolls on my tongue 

like chocolate spread 

on a perfectly heated slice of bread,

seeping through 

my core and 

reaching into the 

deepest parts of me,

As I take in this

permission I’ve granted myself,

that I’ve breathed into myself.

It feels so freeing 

like a bird soaring through mountains,

flying past beautiful, majestic trees,

gliding in bright blue skies,

never being hindered by the beauty around,

only reaching higher by the beauty that surrounds.

My heart skips several beats as it 

catches glimpses of reality,

oozing out pure love for the vitality

consuming the earth,

in its trees, it’s oceans, it’s hills,

that roll into mountains

and becomes one with the skies.

The energy vibrates through me 

uncontrollably,

unapologetically,

unwaveringly,

merges me with the universe

and carries me through dimensions

that break barriers

and transcend into vibrations of love,

as if I’m a white dove,

pure, magical, filled with ecstasy that

pulsates through

my feathers,

my bones,

even if people throw stones

at me,

around me,

through me,

I breakthrough and I rise

as high as my soul

may carry me.