Sometimes the road will curve to meet one’s soul
as the swooping thunderbird curves on curling winds
and drops to its’ mountain perch.
Within the curve life takes its’ possession
of my thoughts, dreams, fears and yearnings
they merge and I fly.
Not to follow ones’ own souls’ guidance
is to be lost and without any home,
an empty shell of the past.
Mortals are not perfect,
we are prisoners of the physical, the ego.
We become addicts to greed and slaves to ignorance.
Such addiction sours the soul and
deadens our inner light leaving us stagnant.
Souls, the spirit of God within us, have lived eons.
Mortality is brief, yet we waste it with our ego.
The thunder of the souls’ wings,
across our seemingly endless path of life keeps on
banging and pounding to get our attention.
Reach out to the thunderous echoes,
listen to it’s call and learn that there are more
lessons than a mortal can ever complete.
Let the thunder tell you universal secrets;
then soar with your own soul as the thunderbird
does across the skies.
Copyright, 2020, M.L. Kiser