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
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