abandoned!
left to fly
up from this lowly nest
and find the sky.
to learn flying
but more-
to discover the meaning
of flight.
have we but awaken into this place
and accepted it as the point from whence to know?
are we fallen from some greater nest-
which gave us leave
yet beckons us return to it and rest?
in strife do we persist-
to spread our wings and rise
amidst the pains that clip our wings.
we yearn for better things…
The sky beyond the nest
and the dreams that flood our rest
do beseech us, “come and know.”
but lost are we to change our ways
which oft tickle us-forget and stay-
to forget the sky
to forget the dreams
and curse the thought of deeper means
by which our humble nest has come to be.
perhaps it is that deeper means
lie not within our realm of things.
perhaps the sky is the limit.
perhaps our life of flight is nothing more
than nature’s given way for us to soar.
And if so, then off with these-
of life’s ethereal complexities.
off with the ponderings of flight-
just fly!
and accept the limit given us of sky.
surrender your incorrigible claims,
and free yourself from intangibility’s chains.
silence the questions and have peace again to fly.
but-
if flight’s ways do leave you yearning still,
if the beating of your heart won’t be stayed-
and the road itself is lost into the hills
press in-you’re surely on your way!
we must step out from the nest to fly
and only then may we investigate the sky.
for it is that when our questioning begins
we can leave behind presuming for what Is.
perhaps you’ll find as I-
that indeed there’s more to life than just to fly.
that beyond the sky and beyond the trees
beyond all our identities
beyond the nest and beyond what’s seen-
goes further on than we could dream!
formed are we-woven into this great nest
and graced with the means to swim the skies.
and after swimming for a while realize
that our wings and woven world lock their eyes-
with one.
the weaver-the wing wielder, the nest builder
the dream maker-flight’s creator.
had our nest and sky possessed all there were to fly
surely we’d have silenced doubts and finished going by.
surely we’d have left the thoughts and questioning of flight
and sought again to spread our wings to free us of the plight.
for some will choose to leave the nest
and some will choose to fly
but some cannot content themselves
to continue asking why-
so while they enjoy flight
they must know its design.
and to finally unfold the great purpose for all flight,
they’ll away to seek the weaver which will appropriate new sight.
he’ll unpack the why’s, the how’s, the who’s-the all perplexing doubts
and satiate their deepest thirsts and eradicate their plight.
free again they’ll be to fly
now with new eyes to see the sky…
found!
left to fly
up from this lowly nest
and find the sky.
to learn flying
but more-
to discover the meaning
of flight.
have we but awaken into this place
and accepted it as the point from whence to know?
are we fallen from some greater nest-
which gave us leave
yet beckons us return to it and rest?
in strife do we persist-
to spread our wings and rise
amidst the pains that clip our wings.
we yearn for better things…
The sky beyond the nest
and the dreams that flood our rest
do beseech us, “come and know.”
but lost are we to change our ways
which oft tickle us-forget and stay-
to forget the sky
to forget the dreams
and curse the thought of deeper means
by which our humble nest has come to be.
perhaps it is that deeper means
lie not within our realm of things.
perhaps the sky is the limit.
perhaps our life of flight is nothing more
than nature’s given way for us to soar.
And if so, then off with these-
of life’s ethereal complexities.
off with the ponderings of flight-
just fly!
and accept the limit given us of sky.
surrender your incorrigible claims,
and free yourself from intangibility’s chains.
silence the questions and have peace again to fly.
but-
if flight’s ways do leave you yearning still,
if the beating of your heart won’t be stayed-
and the road itself is lost into the hills
press in-you’re surely on your way!
we must step out from the nest to fly
and only then may we investigate the sky.
for it is that when our questioning begins
we can leave behind presuming for what Is.
perhaps you’ll find as I-
that indeed there’s more to life than just to fly.
that beyond the sky and beyond the trees
beyond all our identities
beyond the nest and beyond what’s seen-
goes further on than we could dream!
formed are we-woven into this great nest
and graced with the means to swim the skies.
and after swimming for a while realize
that our wings and woven world lock their eyes-
with one.
the weaver-the wing wielder, the nest builder
the dream maker-flight’s creator.
had our nest and sky possessed all there were to fly
surely we’d have silenced doubts and finished going by.
surely we’d have left the thoughts and questioning of flight
and sought again to spread our wings to free us of the plight.
for some will choose to leave the nest
and some will choose to fly
but some cannot content themselves
to continue asking why-
so while they enjoy flight
they must know its design.
and to finally unfold the great purpose for all flight,
they’ll away to seek the weaver which will appropriate new sight.
he’ll unpack the why’s, the how’s, the who’s-the all perplexing doubts
and satiate their deepest thirsts and eradicate their plight.
free again they’ll be to fly
now with new eyes to see the sky…
found!
