It is very sacred to be a Spiritwalker; people who do not know spriits can be a Spiritwalker I believe. There is a place within select people of the Universe who have the gift of spirit. People who look at stars in the night; those who wander the streets, and the farmer in the fields. They have no idea they are looking above to the heavens; and below to the earth, the two come together as Man. I am glad to be your friends. Feel free to glance at my pics and profile................Blessings .......Nancy Child of the Wolf..................
Almost There

Freedom is quietly earned through time
From infancy, to the end;
We flutter around;
Finally catching the Freedom Train.

With roots poking their heads out to the sun;
The picture changes with every sunbeam.
The world changes daily, but your desires last,
Into the night, into the shallows.

Every breath uttered to be free,
Becomes the flower from the root.
Through tasks, and actions;
The wings begin to spread.

No ties, no articles of law;
Can belay the mystery of the open world.
The flowers attract the butterfly,
And get stung by the bee.

Cutting the cord; stripping your life.
To make way for new thinking, and a new future.
The time of wealth, health, and happiness.
Not foreshadowed by the tricksters in life.

Stars shaped like the illusive pentagram,
Scattered in your brainwaves, then suddenly appears.
The world of circular shapes no longer mystify you;
They shape your new found life, and give you peace.

Orbit upon orbit, taking what little you have on earth;
Making you faithful to yourself, not striped of all charms.
The blue smoke rises from the outline of the world,
With the birds flying out of alignment; looking for food.

The winter comes to play, and stay;
As your wanderlust overtakes you,
To the place where you belong,
Free of all chains, and dead end responsibilities.

May your days reflect your art, and love,
Where there are places for each.
The sinister bindings have faded like smoke;
You are safe at home in the hallows of the sky.