I want to see you glide through your sacred path.

Like a dancer empowered with courage and belief in yourself.

Not influenced by the reluctance of those that dither at the edge, afraid of adventure.

You are never afraid of dying because you haven’t finished living yet.

Your song has only just begun.

You mould your destiny from day to day.

So go on, open those wings and let me hear you pierce the skies

with your gymnastic gyrations.

As I gaze up in awe I can say you are awakened again. Free once more.

Let the celestial gig begin!