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.

How glorious!

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.