Flight
Suspended in space once again I fly alone and free among the clouds and the sun rays and the spirits and all of the magic we know as children that is so easily forgotten.
With eyes wide open; with eyes closed; these wings carry on.
Sleep is sparse but energy abounds.
What will this adventure bring?
All expectations; all attachments are left behind for these moments of blissful weightlessness…
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This poem was originally published on Great Abiding Yoga and is reprinted here with the permission of the author.
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