It Is Love At times I worry I am a birdTrapped in a cageMeant to keep me awayFrom ideas and doctrinesThreatening to deceive.At times I fret I’m a plantCramped inside a potMeant to keep me restrainedFrom my nature that isMeant to ramble.My wings get bruisedFrom flailing, andMy roots become gnarlyFrom probing waysTo escape confinement.To survive... Continue Reading →