take wing sparrow;
depart your crooked nest of twigs
the sky is a more colorful sight
take wing sparrow;
vaunt amidst the mistral tumults
dizzy then plummet the wings
take heed sparrow;
every day is a capricious zephyr for feathers
take wing sparrow;
depart your crooked nest of twigs
the sky is a more colorful sight
take wing sparrow;
vaunt amidst the mistral tumults
dizzy then plummet the wings
take heed sparrow;
every day is a capricious zephyr for feathers
WE ARE ALL FALLEN ANGELS
If I may go to heaven,
when I am six or seven,
I will live and grace the Earth
to show everyone my worth.
I would also like to leave
with my friends Adam and Eve.
Grant this wish and I will fall
and clip my wings for them all.
=((((= Pisces =))))=
Ever so tenderly I'm touching you
Reaching out within the waves
Wind and water know me sailor
An adept of the deep blue sees
Surveying the circumference
In flight my shadow bound
Wings outstretched wide open
I crawl across the ground
Higher than most dare imagine
Lower than I pray any could perceive
I've sailed peacefully among the stars
Faithfully through treacherous deeps
A traveler of the heartlands
Where waves of emotion roar
I've walked within countless footprints
Crashed into eroded shores
I've drowned in unbearable sorrows
Bathed in showers of light
Been consumed by the fire of passion
Born anew as the flames ignite
Ever so tenderly I'm touching you
My heart you hold in your hand
Dear soul I'm here to remind you
Love be at your command
Curtains of misted humanism
Brush the vision of closed eyes... Crossed legs
Skimming tops of primordial swell from the mind of a spinning compass
Funneling the dripping answer where inward is all direction...all eternity
We war in a mind penning its own opponent
parting the very land that is known to be land
pacing thoughts shed anew perpetually
Wisdom does walk this way
Knowing, being its halting swing
Deviating the laws of natural motion...garnering visions sight from mere glimpses of that which is unobtainable...
Take up the stick fashioned for the sage
Step the walk inhaling the wind of insight
The path of few takes hold
I meet its gaze for I call it with silent words from breath to breath.
MF
'Cometh the hour, cometh the man.'
Ecstasy weighs on me, pleasantly, like Gravity...
Certain moments, I can sense my Immortality.
Show me how something cannot be Perfect/Destiny.
There is nothing, other than Infinite Harmony...
All which can be is only Light, incidentally.
Solemnity stays, since nothing can be too heavy.
You and I exist, to make one constant melody...
THE LAW OF ONE: God is Everything
Everything is: just a work of art.
Everything is: a part of a part.
Everything is: just the work of God.
Everything is: The Endless Facade.
Everything is: Outside and Within.
Everything can be, since it has been.
I am a wound which cannot heal;
there is nothing I can conceal.
I see all there is to reveal;
I have felt all there is to feel.
Ignorance makes things more surreal;
the now is, always, the ideal.
We shall, always, have time to kill.
There is no mystery bigger than Gravity
and Separation is needed for it to be.
I can be happy just because I am alive
and I feel no (overwhelming) need to survive.
Everything I love (I am sure) I could let go;
I feel like a black hole that's watching my own show.
A black hole is likely nothing but Gravity
so Gravity must be nothing other than me.
playing games with gravity and winning...for the moment, anyway.
FLy High Sir ..
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew — And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. — John Gillespie Magee, Jr
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