Soul's Journey
The morning mist surrounds me,
A light shown down from above to help me see,
We're never alone, it just seems that way,
To be free as soul, we just have to be.
The Spirit of Life said, "Speak my words to someone you love."
The white light appears... and often times takes many forms,
Sometimes as an eagle, sometimes as a dove.
As soul I donned this material sheath,
so I could come out and play,
But when I'm called into the higher worlds, I'll go without delay.
For soul's journey is just a grand adventure,
And we're still so far from home,
Sometimes we're up, sometimes we're down,
Affecting the many spheres where we can roam.
I was called upon to view the inner matrix,
The wisdom the ancients interpret and feel,
Spirit said, "Look to other people's second self,
If you listen... their secrets will be whispered and revealed.
"For I am just a vehicle for Spirit,
A spoke upon the wheel,
A traveling star moving through vibrational worlds only imagined real.
Yes, I'm a view point positioned high above the spheres of life,
As Soul, I'm alive without a body....and I can see, and be and feel.
About the author:
Deb St. George is Publisher of Indian Folk Culture and American Indian Poems from Cherokee-Legends.com
O' GREAT SPIRIT help me always to speak the truth quietly, to listen with an open mind when others speak, and to remember the peace that may be found in silence. Cherokee Prayer
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