ON A CURRENT OF AIR

Pondering on the flight
Of the bird and the gull
As they floated overhead
on currents of air.

It made me envious
To join them there.

Gliding silently over landscapes,
Patches of fields and seas
How I longed to fly
Just as these passing birds
and in some ways
my plea was heard.

For shortly, one still morn
I somehow lifted my spirits
To fly with the dawn and
feel that ultimate freedom
That awaits us there
in the vast unknown.

So I went without care or consideration
My heart full of jubilation
For the lightness and flowing,
the freedom of knowing..
This is yours and mine
there for all time.

To return to that space
with sublime joy
to move from this place

And fly!