Transcend. Eminence. Renaissance.

Free Spirit

Free In Spirit and in Truth

I know my roots

Where I lay my foot.

The greatest question of every free spirit is where do I belong?

What is my association? Who are my associates? Who do I follow? Who do I listen to? How do I fit among them when there is no box to fit me in? Where I’m headed will determine who I will be.

The vibe of a company tribe is a complex one that I don’t want to flex on deck.

I love people. I love me. I love and yearn connection with every affection.

But many times it’s too true to be good to feel belonging. Sometimes I feel patience means to be long. 

Even in relationships, to have someone who can align and complement the depths of your immeasurable thoughts and instincts and make you feel that you belong with them seems like selling a dream rather than a reality.

I’m not closing the doors of my heart to humanity; I’m simply not anticipating running to the door impulsively to hear the doorbell like a child waiting for daddy to come home.

Is it impossible I can feel love that others can understand me than simply overstand me?

I’m understanding that humans will only invest time in those they truly see as complimentary to their own convenience. Whether they come or not, it is beyond my control that my soul can only scroll forward through the coals to find what’s worth the value of gold.

I’m a free spirit; many times I like to feel I belong, but truthfully, God ascends and has sent me to fly alone to know where I belong to call home.

I’m honing my craft to not mourn that humanity is fickle; I can’t let my presumptions sicken my membrane like sickle cells.

But in the tales of this Free Spirit,

Long before facing the eyes of death, I was born to be strong no matter what hell storm occurs.

Lifelong, I withdrew to be redrawn to transform for a journey of freeform.

Headstrong, the best kept secret, I stand in truth and in free spirit indeed.

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