A Souls Adventure
Dreams sifting through the dreamtime web;
a GPS for the soul’s journey,
is a free road map drawn by God.
There, where I find all of my selves,
is my authentic family reunion.
Good and bad, my truths build an afterlife.
Friends eternal, am I with my selves;
the ever-growing family is my hope and refuge.
Color me bright, sunshine orange;
dance me into vats of staccato absinthe
and moonshine threads.
I walk the red path of spiritual glory;
a soul flying abreast, with the angels;
my soul essence renewed in the holy presence.
No mortal box can contain a soul forever.
Dust to dust, is the cycle of Mother Nature’s
medicine wheel.
With each cycle, souls are healed;
renewed for another turning.
The road that never ends, stretches along life’s tree;
eternally giving life.
The pedigree of all souls; animal, fish, foul;
all children of the unseen source;
is one life.
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