Within the Prison Shell
Encased in a body of flesh
Trapped within its skin-like net of mesh
Confined while in 3D time
Only free astral-ly, oh so sublime
Restricted by space and time
Spirit so confine
Like a caged bird longing to be free
You hold the key
Your soul contracted you see
To have this host that you call thee
But what lies within is centuries old
With a plethora of unending stories still left untold
YOU decide when it is time
Much the same as I decide when to end this rhyme
So if you feel you have accomplished all your soul needs
YOU can chose to drop your vehicle at lightening speeds
People long to be “forever young”
Yet, the "fountain of youth" is already within you sprung
For you are not just the mere shell
You are Spirit who will always live on to tell
This poem is dedicated to all those who fear death, or grieve when another dies. They, like you, were never solely their bodies. Their Spirit lives on! While in the 3D existence enjoy your escapes through meditative practice, astral projection, quantum jumping etc. For if you never take your “vacation” your Spirit will get cabin fever! Happy astral -ling everyone! Soar like eagle!