To open wings I did not know I had
Taking flight.
Today I long to.
To open wings I did not know I had, to soar high above the noise, the questions, the doubts, the insecurities.
To watch the smaller patterns fall away to a perspective vaster than I could anticipate.
To move above timelines, deadlines, past, present and future.
To ride the thermals. Forces that pick you up and carry you.
To be carried. The effort to arrive now given to the flow.
In the writing, I have flown. I have seen. I have been carried.
In the reading, allow flight to take you.
May 1st 2018
Photo Taken May 12th 2016
