Twenty Fifth Poetry Post: The Final Straw

THE LAST DRAW

Native Americans sitting in a cave

Praying to Great Spirit what Mother Earth gave

Shamans walking in silent retreat

Contemplating the path beneath their feet

Yogis high in a Himalayan Mountain

Searching by day for a fresh water fountain

Spiritual women dancing under the moon

Grounded to earth as they sing their tune

Gurus chanting in Sanskrit before dawn

In meditation after the sun is gone

Mystical healers found in dense forests

Gathering strength and energy for us

Visionaries using their inner eyes

To all of them, the end no surprise

Gratitude for their life and all they knew

What they lived by and for them was true

Their spirit and soul in a body experiencing life

Listening to their heart ends all strife

When it is time to let go

They’ll just inwardly know

Their truthful wonderful spirit

Will recognize, acknowledge and hear it

Quite aware of their return

After finishing lessons they came to learn

They will simply drop their body, moving on

To ultimately again gaze upon

The highest vibration they ever knew

Knowing how much their soul grew

Smiling within at the journey

They can let go and let it be

The ultimate release is then a blessing

Back to the heavens, their spirits sing

All the wise ones are certain,

Letting the body go, not the final curtain

So in life they simply enjoy

Relinquishing the control to feel the joy

They consciously release

Trust fully in the peace

In their last draw of breath

Surrendering completely . . .

To their physical death