In response to Tale Weaver #21 at Mindlovemisry’s Menagerie – the subject is Flight.
Long before the flight there was the light, transcendent suffusion, beckoning elimination of every other notion – abandon earthbound to simply bask in skies painted by invisible hands. How to place yourself into those hands, how to share in their mastery. Shades of light, tints and colours, tones of warm or cool, all and every, engendering just one desire. Be the light.
And flight was born.
To close your eyes, face uplifted to its source and spread the wings of mind, intent only on becoming one with countless other ones.
In mind there is no other place to be that wraps and weaves, so completely, one source with the other. Every eye that ever gazed upon a winged creation begged its share of such a joy and, when evolution let us down so badly, we found another way.
With the addition of one letter and a need to commune we poured our souls into the light and learned to fly without limits.