Wild, how I long to be wild and free like a forest beast, like a wild horse screaming poetry to the raging wind. I wish to run from all these wars, dirty money, and fame. I want none of it, burn it, take it away!! I don't want to worry about what might come next. Each day, each second will be welcomed with grace and lightness of heart, with no rush or plan. Only the itch of the soul to be followed. Follow light, life, poetry, and art.

No job to be done, no house to be bought or paid for, nothing to be shown or said. Eternal heavens with clouds that when the rain comes sounds of laughter come as well.

God I want to be a wild horse, a hunter bird, and a free woman, with no fear and nothing to lose. Wash my soul in your essence of peace so nothing corrupts it.

Take it all, take it all...

Love, life, and art that's all my heart desires... to be free at last.