who knows when i will eventually raise
my wings,
to soar across the calm open sky

with the birds and
Eagle leading the flock?

(and if i could join Her
if i could brave
the winds of existence and take
the burden of the helm,
and i could guide the passage beyond
the entrapping trees,
why then We'd drift,
atop the waves of clouds, dance upon
the wildest
winds, pity the hindered planes beneath:

soar off
higher and higher into the calm open sky,
beyond the blue which We have yet to know,
where
always
it's
Light) and birds
are liberated and qualms are particles
among quiescence