i dance to breathe and breathe to dance to fly to fly to my sun i dance in the light, and on the light feather of the hawk so swift so soft and so f i e r c e i fly to my sun burning on fire burning brightly and, oh so lightly on these skins, these mountain skins and i breathe i breathe i breathe to dance dance to breathe here between heaven and here between heaven and this earth
~a short meditation on flight, five~
and into this house of the sun i am carried again swept up held, and laid down in its luster soft center churning gold into golden rims burning and brimming full fuller and fuller, thicker and rounder, rounder rims we p l u n g e and we d i v e and then we f l y f o r f o r e v e r in all and in every d i r e c t i o n again
~a short meditation on flight, four~
Flight, for all its exhilaration and glory, always comes home. Every bird lands, eventually. And it is this very moment of landing—a touchdown full of sweetness, which gives flight its freedom. For without landing, the sky would be abyss. Without landing, flight would be exile. It is the inevitability of landing which gives wings to dreams… to our wildest, our sweetest, and our most beautiful dreams.
flight is an embrace of sky wings spread wide caressing wind as it streams by flight is a love of the sky song whispered in tendrils of crimson clouds and golden light and flight is the heart’s journey home weaving dawn and dusk into luster love and soft landing
~a short meditation on flight, three~
When you see birds flying in the sky, does your heart not also soar?
love is love is deeper than the deepest ocean which, in the end has a bottom a finite place of rest and love is brighter even than the brightest and most brilliant star which, although still visible billions and billions of light years away will twinkle out some day love is more beautiful than even the most beautiful red rose which, held too tightly pierces the heart thorns sharp and steep searing love is love which, has no end no void and no restraint love is infinite boundless and like birds flying into the wild blue sky free
~a short meditation on flight, two~
Who does not dream about flying?
Although our actual physical bodies are essentially tethered to this earth, it seems that flight is somehow intrinsic to our souls. Somehow, I really do know what it is to fly, in this human body… I can feel it in my bones, and on the surface of my skin caressed by wind—my entire being buoyed by its light power. Soaring.
Do you? Too, like me, know flight?
Does your heart lift, with the first rays of sunrise—taking you out beyond the horizons? When the birds circle overhead, can you meet them up there in the blue sky—seeing eye to eye, and the dancing tree tops below? As the soft pads of your bare feet sink into earth, gently with each step on the path, are you not also drawn upwards and a little closer to those not so distant cloud bottoms? And at night when the stars twinkle so invitingly, do you dance there too among all the glitter? Gloriously?
Maybe we are all angels, after all?
We’re just walking this earth awhile—for the grand adventure of it all… for dreaming dreams, for the thrill and for the mania, for sleeping and awakening, for creating something beautiful or fantastic and then reveling in it too… But above all, maybe we are here for love—simply, to love and to be loved. Love.
~a short meditation on flight~
the sky beneath your feet gravity moves in two directions, and falling into earth has its own fleeting transcendence the sky is not always overhead, but when we do fly up and skywards we push down first, and then suspend in a heartbeat we are birds, soaring everywhere there is space and into the strong arms of wind we go twirling swirling tumbling landing just when, the ground rises it is a love affair with light it is surrender and a prayer and dreams surfacing into day it is the sky beneath your feet