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.