My Spirit Set Free

As I sit and meditate
In the midst of my silence,
I call upon my spirits
In the quiet of ambience.
I feel so free, flying high
As my spirit takes me gliding
Floating ever so free
Amongst the clouds abiding.

I'm in my own realm
Gliding ever so free,
The silence of my breathing
As I need to be.
The only time I am myself
Is when I am all alone,
Flying high in the clouds
Quiet as stone.

When I feel my strength
In which my spirit gave,
I feel like I am no longer
That life of a slave.
My hawk shows me all
Shows me the right path,
No longer feeling
The pain of mans wrath.

awesome

wish i was up there with you

Beautiful, (((Robert)))!! I love it!!

great write sometimes I wish I could be flying high and free

Oh Pam sweety...it is beautiful up there...feeling that freedom. I could teach you.

Thank you Erica, glad you liked this one too...

Thanks 1000, its nice to be able to feel free and fly.

Thanks Scurlock...glad you liked it.

Yep

Awww what it would be like to fly free.

Thank you all for the wonderful comments. Yes it does feel good to fly free now and then.