'We were flying. Gliding through air with such speed and elegance
that a dove and a hawk combined
could not match the grace and velocity of our journey.'
This journey flies wihout a
name. Without any control or structure.
Can that journey,
that nameless journey,
not be called
true happiness.
For it is as controled as it is lost.
As unknown as it is a friend.
A nameless journey
that an obsessive civilization must
declare true.
Must give structure.
But that structure gives the absense of the truth.
The absense of freedom itself.
If you are wise, dear one,
find true happiness
Not through power
Not through structure
Not through control or possesion or misguided truths.
Find that true happiness
in your spirit.
in your being.
Find it in the wind,
and Fly.
Author notes
just the first draft. tell me what you think.
What did you think
Comments
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touching
great lifting poem, almost felt I could fly.
especially liked the ending - "Find that true happiness in your spirit. in your being. Find it in the wind and fly"
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Lovely poem.I agree, true happiness is in the freedom of spirit.i hope to meet you in flight dear poet.well done, Ros
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