There I was gridlocked to the world....
a mere extension of the mechanical beast,
strapping me in its grip, imprisoned and shackled
a beast ob burden carrying the day.
When my spirit let go and took flight, soaring
above the metal monster crawling to nowhere.
Freed to fly into the caverns of my heart,
there to bathe in the flow of life itself,
to wash the world away and remember who I am
as a child of nature.
Keep close to Nature's heart...
and break clear away, once in awhile,
and climb a mountain
or spend a week in the woods.
Wash your spirit clean.
John Muir
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