The Wood Ducks
Soaring above me
Majestically
Poetically
Instinctively
Doing what they
naturally do
Inspiring me to do
what I was born to do
FLY High!
Higher than I can
imagine
At times, I forget
this
We forget
We were born to
FLY!
But just like the
Wood Ducks
Who come into this
world
Cocooned in a nest
High above
In the trees
Hatched &
nurtured
One day
The mama kicks them
out of the nest
They fly
Or
They die
We come to the edge
Standing on the
branches
That used to
support us
But no longer
As it is time
To test our WINGS
Glorious
Magnificent
Vast
Powerful
Miraculous
FREE!
We can no longer
consent
To stay
Shut off
Tightly wrapped in
a ball
As this is certain
death
We LET GO!
We soar
We shock our Self
We are surprised by
ALL that lies
within us
This innate wiring
To ascend
To climb to heights
unknown
To come ALIVE
In the terror
In the excitement
In the fear
In the hope
In the JOY
Of Living
Testing our WINGS
Again and again and
again
Because we MUST
Using what we were
given
Spending our Self
Our precious life
force
Flapping
Riding the winds
Diving
Plunging
Dancing
Bursting
Hovering
We GROW into our
Self
More and more
FLYin’ High!
Recognizing fully
Life is damn GOOD
Even when it ain’t
so GOOD
Holding it ALL
With abiding
gratitude
Smiling as we FLY
Here and there and Everywhere
Switching it up
Playing
Daring
Wandering
Exploring
While breath still
pulses through us
We know
WE ARE BORN TO FLY!
We invite
The MORE
To drop us into
limitlessness
FLYin’ High!
It is TIME
And
When it is time
To land
On new waters
On new shores
On new terrain
The inner gears
Will take us
Where we need to go
As we are living
Poetry
Guided by Soul.
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