Searching high and low
For balance and flow
To feel at one, in synch
To be alive just think
Maybe it’s a dance
A song in perfect pitch
A silent moment in the dark
That scratch you’ve got to itch
Whatever makes you glow
That thing you can’t control
Where you feel teleported
Completed and somehow whole
No time to waste
Find your wings
Make your heart sing
Free your flourish, do your thing
© Pamela Morrison
