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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!

 

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