To each his own is a blessing of the wisest words that part from the mouths of the inspired.
Thou shall cross the bridge to the other side when one is ready to roll and tumble in the Summerland grass.
The Summerland is the bounty that presents the greatest desires known to the spirited one's, but a mystery to those of the physical walk of life .
Let's cross the bridge and utter thoughts that enchant the beauty of the stoned hearth under our feet. The running of the brook flows beneath the stone pathway leading to a distant but welcoming land before your very eyes.
You are certain to stumble upon other brave souls that pass you along the way as you walk touching the stone rail with your guided hands and heart so pure.
A thought of hesitation may stroke the ego one last time but this to will cease and the fear will dwindle allowing a rainbow of pristine colours to dance above your head. Glowing bright in a hue of colour that one cannot fathom.
A gentle wind will blow and stir your hair so slightly. The bright sunlight will pour down upon you in a brilliance of golden yellow light .
A bridge to a new land will offer a sense of comfort when on the other side. As gentle as your pillow resting under your head when you dream at night.
Those you have once known and loved will be waiting with open arms . A reunion will be reunited as if a life time has not passed.
So wonderful of you to join us only when you are ready of course .
Let spirit be your guide to the other side of eternity.
When you do cross the bridge to the Summerland you know all will be well and a peaceful slumber awaits you.
