Like a leaf about to fall from a tree,
At first unsure,
And yet wanting
To savour the freedom from the human shell,
Now struggling briefly with reflexes
That instinctively want to keep
The spirit enmeshed in the flesh
Waveringly pushing upward,
The etheric lights dancing all around,
Of the wanting to be free,
And yet still wanting to be confined.
Resolution must be made to decide
Which it will be, if it can be.
Release is willed, and the Spirit
Ever faster now
Spiraling, twisting around
To get a better view
Of that which cannot be seen
While trapped in the human shell.
The clouds flash by so quickly,
And Peace descends.
Quietude beyond belief,
Stars blinking back so knowingly,
Lovingly, at Peace.
But the call of the flesh once again
Binds that which is not finished –
The work that it must do
In the mundane Sphere of Life.
Tugging gently on the Silver Cord,
The vision of what was, and is,
Ever there for us to be,
The dance is complete.
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Dictated through Sheila M. Street
July 5, 1981
Copyright © 1981 and 2006
Sheila M. Street
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