{...lullaby...}

Enlightenment.

I am not alone anymore.

Senses are heightened;

Wisped away through the astral planes...

Where,

Ghosts dance, 

Spirits fly, &

We all have the same name...

Smiles of hope gather there.

No pain.

No suffering.

Once tangled lines run parallel now.

Found the way.

On track;

With a mission to tell.

All is well.

All is well.

Deliverance to no authority.

All will see once we approach the light inside.

A soul that glides; from

A body that dies.

Cycles fulfilled.

Illusions decay.

Thoughts as clear as day.

Bright as bright its as bright as pure light.

No darkness of night.

No shade.

No grey.

Autonomy's decayed.

No more tragedy.

No more fights.

Wrapped in warmth, &

No harm in sight.

No thing but glee.

Content.

Just to be.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and powerful poem. Last great dance for the Native Americans was the Ghost dance. Their vision of the white man falling to the will of Nature. They had no fear in their last walk and dance in the spirit of nature. The poem open my mind to many thoughts. I like the positive ending.
"Ghosts dance,
Spirits fly, &
We all have the same name...
Smiles of hope gather there."
A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Dawn]

Juxtaposed...lovely write..the essence of suspension drifting without a care can be so comforting it reminds me of a lazy afternoon on a lake somewhere nicely penned writer..

[Klyn]

yes, a truly enlightened piece.

[Rhine Wolf]

wow!! this is truly beautiful!

"Where,
Ghosts dance,
Spirits fly, &
We all have the same name...
Smiles of hope gather there."

i just love this part.

blessed be!!