The ice is slippery,
I fell
into another dimension
winter of the soul
freedom of the mind.
The earth is dusty,
I stepped
onto the prairie burning
summer of the heart
freedom of the mind.
The stone is sleek and polished
I glanced
at it under the rushing waters of the river
spring of the vision
freedom of the mind.
The leaves are red and orange
I quivered
floating like a piano melody
rise of the spirit
freedom of the mind.