1.
The
sky accepted him
allowing
him to venture inward
with
abandon and freedom and beauty
riding
updrafts and swirling currents in vastness
between
and through clouds at will
among
shafts of light beaming between billows
extending
his wings to catch the currents
and
follow tidal forces unseen, strong and heavenly
2.
The
ground beneath him
it
could no longer hold him downward
because
it had relented to his freedom and destiny
and
the figure of the earth below came into focus
moving
further away and losing detail and specificity
it
became like a chain left dangling in a dungeon
the clinking sound of the iron against stone
becoming muffled in growing distance
and
the earth beneath became mute
as
he moved away from it
3.
The
winds around him
were
soon brimming with life
others
were there in flight in wonder
and
they explored together what this meant
free!
and the sounds between them were stronger
and
he realized it was music in the wind swirling
clouds
were filled with song, supporting them
there
was melody there, he recognized
because
he played it all before
4.
The
flashes of lightening
were
parts of another song
that
came in flashes and fragments
like
tumbling shards of a mosaic cast into sky
every
piece, every tile, flying and shifting
painting
a portrait of the universe
a
map of the one doorway
where
anyone can enter into the updraft
and
be accepted into the sky
in
rumbling thunder and peals of lightening
the
music that comes from within..
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