His words fell like lighting out clear blue skies.
This master of the atom.
Sharing wisdom in a way that defied explanation...
In being buried to deep I have lost the light.
Trapped, you might say, into becoming a mushroom.
Given the option of flight or life as the decomposer,
I go looking for my wings...
I left them here somewhere??
"Lighten the load" he says, and I move out to throw away that which holds me still.
"More thrust, more lift and less drag" He says, and I go out to hunt the winds.
Casting off this weight of ancient anger and wrappings of self doubt.
Daring to find the rising thermals of worth that might give me lift...
He, who dances with energy would know these thing.
And in his wisdom, I will trust.
Today is yet another day.
Yet another chance to rise.
And given the reality of life as the kiwi mushroom or
soaring the skies on winds of chance and fate...
I will attempt to rise.
Risk the jump and try to FLY!
(To Aaron, Thanks for the comments)
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