Across the field I went flying like the early morning mist being blown by the breeze. Through the trees dodging the limbs and hiding in the leaves. Others called to me to come back to earth, to walk amongst them and to be like them. I looked into their eyes and saw a soul that wanted to be free and fly away. Away from the attachments that held them. I could not understand what had happen that I could see what others could not see and be what I had become. To lift the burden that weighs us and even if it is only for a moment, I will fly. I will fly until I learn to fly away to the place where knowing is with certainty, where we are sacred, honored and free. 20130710
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 02:55:44 +0000