let my soul fly high

let my soul fly high,
embrace my sky-
towards the suns,
resurrecting light.
to the mountain,
that holds-
the breeze in its hands,
where the trees-
dance and bend,
flowers kiss-
the day with fragrance.
let my soul fly high,
away from my mind-
thoughts that,
churn me inside-
let me touch,
my heart’s beating breath-
for in my meditation,
I rise to where-
my soul wants to be,
in a place,
where love holds compassion-
taking my she,
to be free.
let my soul fly high,
taking my hand-
to the rising,
of me.

Heart’s Calling
By Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Painting by Nik Helbig

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