Led By Her Own Truth
This is death, as from the instant we arrive we begin
To fulfill our quest to “so called die”.
The parody is ….
What we call death is actually life
Being in full spirit, shaking this confounding flesh
Which confines us during what we call day
The sage knows that our dreams are real
For that is where we meet our spirit guides
Plotting our daily quest
The quest to fulfill whatever lesson we were sent to teach
Whether it is a lesson for our parents, friends, or unknown masses
There is a quest.
Which we recognize full well when we are zooming around in the atmosphere
in our dream state; the sage does not question it,
Feeling it acutely.
Understanding our feelings are here to lead, guide, and protect.
Strength of our all-knowing emotions are actually our validations.
Hair raising on our necks and quick glimpses and smells of spirit.
The sage never doubts,
Being led by her own truth
And spirit during day and night
Traveling the road she planned before she arrived on this plane.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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