Angelic

Given freely at birth

    Lost to pain, fear and fright

      Part of our higher guiding system

         Disconnected, we flounder and are flightless

      My heart yearns to be free

         Always dreaming of dancing and flying

          Crying inside, longing for connection

      To sing with my angel pod

          Like the prodigal son, returned

            It is time to find my way home

          Through gentleness, softness and flexibility

            Opening the doors, breathing deep

             Letting go, filling my cavern with sounds

            Of toning, overtones, music and expansion

               Soaring, diving, tumbling and fumbling

           New found wings, freeing hearts

       Listening to voices, explore, travel and caress

As breath flower into, infinite eternity.

Anne de Nada