Thanks to the amazing photographs of Mark at http://healingyourheartfromwithin.wordpress.com/gallery2/#jp-carousel-280 I had a dream-filled sleep of flying last night. It was great. I just know I would be really good at it. I think God should really have given us wings. Just sayin’. 🙂
Falling from grace, far out on the wing,
Flying with birds, my heart leaps, I sing.
Feeling the wind beneath and above,
Surrounded by air, elemental love.
Breeze through the ether, gasping for air,
Head thrown back, wind in my hair,
Soaring and gliding like angel unaided.
Beauteous pleasure, I’m plundered and raided
With rapturous wonder at glory of flight,
Weightless and wonderful, incredibly light
Within and without, so empty of self
Since feet took first leap from rockiest shelf.
Abandon, surrender, feel to the core,
All thoughts lost in clouds as through them I soar,
Caught in the clasp of gravity unbound
In flying, with love, serenity found.
Such great pics! Such a great flight! Lucky Australian buggers friends! 😉
Video reading Gravity Unbound
scottishmomus 
beautiful pictures …… but there is no way in hell i would be doing that!!
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Oh, I would love to! Better still would be my own wings but, you know, God, in his wisdom, gave us whiskey instead! ;)x
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Your spirit within seriously wanted to express something with you in your dreams. That is a beautiful poem, lovely creativity in the way you have written it. It really jumps out at you and makes you feel that freedom, that release from the anchor of the earth and fly, literally and within. Amazing. Thank you for sharing 🙂
P.S. I think you were an Eagle! 🙂
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Thank you. Isn’t it amazing what a photograph can do? Keep up the gallery, Mark. It will soar!
Bit of a bummer if I’ve already been there, seen it, done it. 😦 Really wanted a go at it. 😉
Have to get on to some of your other pics now. See what they can do for the dreamer and her dreams!x
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Go for it, dream a little dream! I’ll just have to go on more wanderings and take some more pic’s 🙂 And fatten the gallery up I suppose 🙂 You can always ask your spirit within to take you on those flights at night in your dreams. You would be surprised at just where spirit can take you. I know…and they can be the most amazing places 🙂
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I think I’ve been to some of them. ;)x
Just didn’t have the map for a return journey unless led. Must ask. ;)x
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Have faith, ask and you will be shown. Enjoy the journey 🙂 x
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:)x
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Lol buggers can be friends too. Love the poem and photos! Your words really capture what it would feel like to soar through the air. 🙂
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Ha, quite a few of my friends are buggers but not all the buggers I know are friends! 🙂
Do you know I’d love to have a go. Wonder if my nerve would hold when it came to stepping off into the wide blue yonder. I kacked it a bit abseiling until I eventually went for it. Twice. Not awfully high right enough. 😦
Maybe I would have to be pushed! Any volunteers? :)x
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I’m terrified of heights and never once felt the need to fly, the pictures didn’t change my mind on that! Your poem, however, made me think flying could be very nice and that is not something I ever thought about flying before! 🙂
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I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m not even sure I would be able to do it! Stepping off the edge must be a scary moment. But once you’re up there. Bliss. I imagine. :)x
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I’m an Aussie bugger 🙂 and before I really looked into the pics I thought they were from Australia, how weird is that. Poem suited the pics perfectly, though I agree with others…they are fine to do it..me not so much. x
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Might never do it myself but I would love to know what it feels like.
Bugger is a term of affection here, btw. 😉 Strange but true!x
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is here too ya silly bugger 🙂 xx
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Lmao! I’ve been caught a few times saying something and people go, ‘what?!’ At least, bugger seems universal in endearment. Good to know.:) x
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