Taking off

Beautiful poem, beautiful photo Kathy… I was always wondering what do they feel when they fly? Maybe is not emptiness, maybe is so fulfilling that us, walking just,  are unable to understand. Is like the pilots, they wish to fly all their lives, they do not want to stay on Earth… Is something in the sky more than emptiness…? Yes, the sky is their/our (?) nest… Lovely (())

this makes me think of a song - Expecting to fly

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhvw3_neil-young-expecting-to-fly-live_music

I am also reminded of that TS Eliot poem I always quote:

T. S. EliotLittle Gidding V

We shall not cease from exploration 
And the end of all our exploring 
Will be to arrive where we started 
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for 
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between the two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always–
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

Beautiful. You had me at, “In the end
the coming and going
are the same”
Love it!
amy :)

I love this, Kathy, it's so on. It makes me think of Rumi and of Lao Tzu and the Tao principle or concept that the meaning of any 'thing' derives strictly from the existence of its opposite. When the tree bark [is] infinite, the sky your nest, what meaning can coming or going possibly have?

After a while I begin to think that words are rendered useless, but then I realize: while that might be true for me, what about others out there who still find my meanderings into the world of words useful (or insightful, or at least entertaining)? If not for that I'd be tempted to say with Rumi (excerpt from Whoever Brought Me Here, tr. Coleman Barks):

Exquisite, Kathy, words and photo and meanings and images!!

 If I had any dream or desire for Novel Writing month it would be to be outside of the saying of it.  Even while saying it. 


To bring that perspective in – I know it will radiate to others, uplifting them out of ordinary awareness. And that perspective is what you are always moving all of us into – as well as yourself, haha. Exquisitely phrased.


I get annoyed when eloquent or important stuff writes itself in my head when I cannot be recording it. I never can recapture it, or to put more accurately, it never comes through as beautifully and precisely when I am finally writing it down. I complain to my Guides all the time about this time-disjunction, pleading for better timing, but they ain't got the message yet, LOL !!!


I must convince them somehow that I've got the messages: That the words once in my head are already in the world-space available to everyone; writing down is frosting on the cake. And also, I need (haha) to get over my NEED to write the stuff down, which is purely and simply a rescuer trip.


I cannot even begin to express the effect you are having on my life, Kathy. Immense, immeasurable, and infinitely joyful and liberating.


Bless you,
OM Bastet 

OMG You TOOK that picture???? I thought it was last year's prizewinner in a National Geographic contest or something. Consider entering it!! (as a way of sharing.)

I can't look at it without feeling my arms lifting out like wings to soar, and my breathing changes somehow…..

yeah, who's she talkin' 'bout? Just one of those funny voices. Ya might get around 'em by letting the nice energy into your heart chakra and letting it glow brighter, like little E.T. That lets it in (and out again, haha) while not bolstering ego, not that ego is a bad thing. (See, I can play both sides, too, ROTFL.)

Love, OM

- fly away on wings of words you fine poet <3