It is gentle and placid calling me.
It is open and tender calling me.
It is beautiful
peaceful
quiet and still
it will
always entice me
until
I pass myself to the other side
glide
up the golden stairs,
leave my cloak and rise up higher.
Skies they call me
blue it fills me
composes me
envelops me
softens me
brings me to rest
feeling blessed,
to knowing
deep within
the pond of Love is ever full
and I will travel long
until
I leave
to be received
by Spirit.
May the Beauty Path always lead me
onward
yonder
over every hill
until
I rest.
May we all be blessed
Love and Peace to All
Bee
(Written with Capanula poscharskyana Harebell on July 19,2017)