like a speck of dust traveling by breeze, 
      i dream of being free.
with no worry of destination; with no eta,
      i wish to simply be
lifted up into the air with fallen leaves, 
      i want to fly
far away wherever He takes me.

landing on the dirt like dandelion seeds
       i hope to be
dispersed with purpose and none at all

burden less, weight less, peace full
       beautiful
is the surrounding earth: my home.

an inworldly experience: one that simply is
       i am, you are, he is.