Flight Lessons

I soared there

for a second

in time,

hovered briefly

in the millenia

of consciousness,

eagle-eye internal

to the words

found wanting,

glided on an updraft,

invisible to view,

felt in the breeze,

spiralled to gravity’s

reckless abandonment,

pulled up

short

before the crash

obliterating

reality’s

nonsense.

I  flew then

for a while,

lost to reason’s

purpose,

bathed in light

sharp against

my retina,

colours faded

to acute contrast,

rods only,

no cones.

A blink in time,

a truth eternal,

flight lessons

remembered,

regeneration of

cause.

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17 thoughts on “Flight Lessons”

  1. An apt metaphor for understanding the ‘birds-eye view’ and the similar experience of our own lives. Beautiful poetry, as usual. And inspiring, to start the week off.

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  2. Thanks for that one mama, one soars reading it, truly. The moments of acute being-ness, clarity, divinity or whatever you wanna call it… Many a time reached through writing… Or a beautiful smile, leaves on the sky, or a cool glass of water. The sight of a bird soaring… Thanks.

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