Freedom to be me,
without trying to please,
no need to receive,
what doesn’t flow my way.
Opening new avenues
of perception,
new ways of pleasure,
new ways to please,
new ways to give, freely.
The highest of expectations,
only of myself,
sharing all I’ve got to give,
with those that are ready to receive.
However few they may be,
however many come knocking,
this tree stands strong and tall
deeply rooted,
and yet free to go as I please,
when there is no welcome to be found.
Roots down to the core,
roots up to the source,
leaves and flowers,
all over,
all the colours of the rainbow and then some.
Just a stranger in a strange land,
just a stranger on a stranger planet.
©steve sniukas