The deep wrinkles, maps
etched in my face, legends of
paths I’ve journeyed.
I found my freedom watching
sunsets from a west facing
windowsill,
a feather floating above calm
waters, for a moment I am
weightless.
Eyes closed, the fragrance of
earth and growing things,
I’m still standing, unbroken.
Written by
Rob Taylor is a certified metaphysics and consciousness coach, practitioner, author, poet, and photographer. Explore Inner Works to learn more.
"In the time-space between heartbeats, everything will change." Rob Taylor ©2025
