Spirit Dancer by TariLea
Up on the wings of the Eagle I fly
Over the trees and past, into the horizon,
Into the blue sky –
Where I am free of everyday drama.
No Form. I soar to the heavens,
Free from all that is.
No illness, no pain, no illusions.
Just freedom, to become One with the Universe.
I spiral, climbing higher and higher
Into the heavens, dancing with the stars in the Milky Way,
I am free of all that binds me:
I am Spirit Dancer.