A hawk rises up… circling… rising with a thermal
spiraling up and up….
We ride on the teachings, like a great thermal updraft,
We ride to the top of the mountain into Sky
If we are ready and able to fly so high
We circle back through each direction but higher each time
the ground below seen from an ever changing perspective
higher, broader our vision, as the world spreads out beneath us
circling higher, Seeing farther around the bend of the earth,
over the hills of time;
into the future circling round;
the past spread out behind.
Our wings in the wind, the wisdom of generations supports rising
higher still, into space where the air gives no loft
we fly on carried by our own lightness,
(our light-Being-ness)
Here then there is no mountain, only empty sky, and on we fly.
- W.S.
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