If I should take flight
Without wings,
Reaching higher and further
Across the unmapped miles
Unrolling and unrolling through distant horizons,
Free from the confines of edges and directions,
All pure air and movement,
As the boats sail off across their wide oceans
And the balloons let go of themselves,
Disappearing
Where will I set myself down again,
Or shall I continue on
Rising, effortless,
With the thousands of leaves lost
Among the grassblades bent in the course of it,
The leaves rustling there, the flowers bending,
Movement within movement,
Caught up in the breath of life,
The whirlwind and the tempest of it,
And the softness, the silence,
The sound of wind on wind,
Formless,
Effortless
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Author Notes
In this free verse piece, I tried to capture the sense of the limitless power of the spirit. Here, the wind, a time honored symbol of the spirit of God, carries you away out of the world of edged maps and places and directions, and you are truly free to be what you want to be, and go where you want to go, no strings attached estory
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