
My soul
The bright light
My constant delight
Awake and alive
In touch with miracles
No longer numb and sleeping
Crushed by the heavy weight
Of invisible ancestral burdens
A dancing flame
That unites
In my mind’s eye
And soul’s heart
With the dancing flames
Of every other soul
That loved me
Never far apart from me
In my imagination
Who is to say
Angels are not real
I trust in the birds to reveal the truth
Of how miraculous it is to fly
And I do it in dreams anyway
And then there is also the twirling
Where I feel my restless wings
Take flight
Dancing as I spin
Knowing and tasting
That sleeping pool of ecstasy
Within
Restored deep inside my
Heart and soul
To completion
A breath taking poem deb! Beautiful!
🙂 ❤
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Thats so lovely of you Carol Anne. Sending you warm hugs. ❤️ ❤️
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