Emprisoned Spirit

Dear Kindred Spirit,

Fluttering in the wind.

A slave of life;

A prisoner

Anchored to this reality;

Oh how you wish to be free.

Free from that to which you are chained;

Chained so securely;

So that in your convulsive, spasmodic dance

You will not happen upon your quest

Knowing that death is not a place to be

But a transition to be made,

From one reality to the next.

How far, Dear Spirit can you see;

From your fluttering perch so high?

How soon will you rest from your lack of control?

Fore it’s by another’s hand you are thrown

But know, not ever away.

The direction to which is merely a tease

A taste but never a swirl,

A sip but never a gulp!  Gulp…gulp, gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp…

Oh how you wish to be free.

But freedom is in the moment

To see,

To comprehend that what is, is.

To learn from all that is seen

And heard above that clamorous roar

Of indecision and greed.

Dear Kindred Spirit,

Fluttering in the wind.

A slave of life;

A prisoner

Anchored to this reality;

Oh how you wish to be free.

Free from that to which you are chained;

Chained so securely;

So that in your convulsive, spasmodic dance

You will not happen upon your quest

Knowing that death is not a place to be

But a transition to be made,

As I move

 

FROM ONE REALITY TO ANOTHER


By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 4 a.m. Wed. 2/16/2011

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~ by Sam373'sBlog on July 10, 2012.

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