SOARING SUITE I. FEATHER AND AIR MEET They call me feather Through dust and distance once now now forgotten we met in the air ways but have parted for so long I am back now you see and even if you have been another I am still he Once in a family brothers and I sisters and I one and all flying our joy of the moment one singular wing making its way through the laughing sky of air Each alone one together growing we did spend the day in star-eyed fury we built to soar, to glide on airy sea from one to many to all Our flying wing helped by hands of air silently began the morning beyond the light and open sky when sky became our sight Innocent in our high palace our place of changes world held to the clouds with friends and brothers believers nothing could go wrong So did the time pass the time that was not yet time in the day that never new night We have another age now where sides of days tarry and turn the sight above so surely comes and once again day’s end The day now is a dream just waiting nearby as we sit in the dark seeing our sky dome above All strength between us is sufficient for now for the first spark feeds a flame makes fire though we are, without each other too small Here as beggars and borrowers being and meeting we raise our voices to the air that its gift once given can grow until time shall stop all space is filled and no breath can we draw Waiting the day has to come and raising our wing to the sky we come together so amazing to me again feather is friend of the air II. LIFEBREATH Everything breathing firsthand, try it trade some of outside with inside that side just to see We touch as we breathe notice each moment a slow vibration a little give and take in time glimpses long enough to know The one is again felt where one embraces another So following natural example of worlds too small to see breath is a vow by airmother who will be around us her sea is our home A part of one becoming other thin membrane netherland crossed easily that sun’s kids once again may know might once again grow until creation’s promise is full Promising two ways each part of sharing means loss to one so another can receive Now the king becomes a servant along with all the little ones with humble pie with fat head sky riding on a spinning wheel on the wheel of infinite sides the sides of edgeless airsea Bubbles bathing by breathing lost in liquid, almost easy once alone secrets soon discover that discovery is not so secret Some get some take away but from our wheel view who knows who is the more delighted the turkey or the guest The wonder of all is all for free by taking a turn on the wheel the wheel of endless airsea III. PRAISE We who have flown who fall when we should soar who are less than the breath we are given Only grow scorched and burned within if we can no longer see with our eyes the sky our home Holding on to what we see the ruling of one over many shows a trick of blindness: the master cannot see himself yet so being flatters himself that no one sees him when in truth he really does not know So seeing nothing, what can be said? trickery seen is quickly spread words mirrors crooked and torn vision what we have done is lost The remains of yesterday arrange the day to come we chose the ways that brought us here now we must take them as far as they may lead us if we fall we need not forever When we come back again we are new our path follows white sky coming back to the clouds Feather an wing alike are taken to the mountains of highest sky standing old over the sea we breathe in Now we hold the treasure final measure of our worth unbought by us as we leave the larger wing over our heads One, all, daughters and sons feast on the fortune of this house here live, grow, drink from the spring of the morning river of all delights River and fountain sky mountain light so fine is all we see We can only pray for those who do not know how to bring the light to their side and breath to their flight We would stay here knowing, growing together in our flying home safe from falling far from unfriendly lands safe in the hands of the wind We would stay here lost in the airsea wanting to fly forever and able. |