Freedom

We have struggled through mud, slime, feast and famine to gain this human form The animals swimming, crawling hopping, pouncing, flying, galloping inside of us Vestiges of the past that try to claw and growl their way toward the surface of our consciousness like crabs in a barrel pulling us backwards into a vortex of anger, hatred territorial jealousy and vicious emotions This life is too precious to waste our angel wings ache to soar beyond the temporal and petty to heights Divine Immortal, Deathless and Free