Flying high solo
no more does she run
till everything in her breaks;
or her thoughts come undone
for nothing she believes
she can see
that can enliven
the pain she chose to set free
this is when
she spans them out
leaps off the cliff
and reaches out
for the sun
follies are defined
by our own mind
from now on
let there be none
not out of bitterness
not out of fright
she forgives easy
she loves the freedom
Join her in this discovery
fly next to her, welcome.
Deeply passionate about the written word, I find immense satisfaction in using the power of the brain to express the undercurrents of the mind. I do it for the joy of transforming simple thoughts into encrypted works and at times, for the sense of challenge - of expressing complex content in the simplest of lines. Usually writing in moments of intense inspiration, I finish a piece in one go.. Hope you enjoy reading, decoding, relating, critiquing.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
'Hello Jonathan'
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Jonathan... is IN the flight;
ReplyDeleteIS the flight; wholesome !
not with her, not with anybody...
with the flight itself, does he chum !
were there to be seen ,
most distant horizon
higher than the highest ,
'ONE' with 'THE ONE'
at those dizzying peaks ,
you find Jonathan
getting there,
took many tries
now ,
romancing with the flight
intoxicated he flies
for the 'highest' flyers,
THE SECRET is just one
the flyer and the flight...
they both become one..!