I am ready to fly free

Spirit takes me like a holy wave, an orgasmic possession of pleasure and ecstatic force.

I am ready to be transformed, I am ready to fly free. Sinking into an ocean of my own energy, its tidal wave swamps the outdated containers of my heart. The pain. The limits. The stopping myself. My heritage: the familiar, the comfortable, the small.Illusions.

There is something else here for me. I feel it brewing and drawing me in if I allow it’s pull to move me.

A part of me says no but my spi...