Wondering
and thinking along a line I knew
The
eyes of my heart awoke, anew, and I saw:
That
if one span of time was as a bird that flies
Then
the span of its wings my promise of flight
Throughout
it - and my assurance of a lift
To
my step, and a lightness to the spirit within me
If
I only believed – in the germ of my new idea
Watering
the seed with faith, that it would grow
And
work within me its own sweet magic.
If
then my time, in this day, could be spent in
Flying
– that was not always the same, either!
The
bird rises, and soars, it dips and twists and
Turns
with ease upon a warm thermal’s breeze:
And
I, too, may do likewise, and in my life
Find
within me the ability to rest my mind
And
with my thoughts, dip to surrender them
Twist
to accept the hardest parts of them, and
Turned, turn, to find a promise of inner ease
And
the meeting within which brings such joy!
And
if, from place to place in my span of time
I
should, like a bird, alight upon a 'sea,' or 'cliff'
I'll new
perspectives see - from different levels.
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