The Spirit Beautiful

My tears fell down my smiling face as I was awestruck by the wonderment of the idea.

The emotions of love and bliss swept over me.

I was @ work ,walking the dark halls of the hospital,carrying much needed meds to patients.When this eureka occurred.

I am not limited by this body .I am spirit,that which  cannot be contained.

 I am free to be..just be..

There is no fear in the dying,for it is the death of the body that brings freedom to the spirit.

What ? hold me here? and where is here?

What holds me in this place, anchors me in this shell?

I do.

With that realization,I  seemed much more eager to let it go.

To become the embodiment of spirit.

No longer tied to the idea of the body beautiful, instead the spirit beautiful.

The bliss remained,the smile deepened,the eyes glowed.

The form in the shape of my body was still present. The spirit , the beautiful spirit just is.