No Baggage
I sit on the seashore
breathing salt air
free as the wind
no worries, no cares.
I've no possessions,
not even my bones
for all that I am
will quickly be gone
Why shackle my spirit,
make me conform,
limit my freedom
as soon as I'm born.
I am the ocean,
I am the sun,
I am the land,
do me no harm.
I am an earthling
born from a star
let me breathe freely
no luggage, thus far.
poem by Ruth Walters
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