skylight
Everything in life feels off center and crooked. Odd angles jutting here and there through a forest of misguided direction.
Of course, you can’t see the big picture when you hover so low to the ground. Too many shadows, obstacles, possibilities.
Rise above.
Rise above.
Look down at yourself and laugh at how tiny it all becomes.
Soar higher, until all detail is lost. Until there’s just a quiet quilt far beneath you, waiting to cushion your landing.
Don’t land until you have to. Tail wind, tailspin, kite flyer.
Holding on to air is just as difficult as clinging to nobody’s hand.
Don’t let go.
Coast.
Dive.
Coast again.
You are the compass in an ocean of sunlight. Your shadow points in every direction.
Light, dark, light, dark through a checkerboard of miles.
Pack lightly. Travel far.
Circle back.
Begin again.
Remember.
November 7th, 2013 at 11:54 am
nice…i have always wished to fly…to find that peace i find in your words today…in rising above until all detail is lost and the quiet quilt slips over….
November 7th, 2013 at 12:00 pm
beautiful capture and beautiful words
November 7th, 2013 at 2:37 pm
so beautiful and soulful
November 8th, 2013 at 10:42 am
Always such beautiful words.
November 28th, 2013 at 4:44 am
So strong, so beautiful. Full of eloquence. You tell a story between the lines in a way I can only be envious of and inspired by.