stand on the edge of that cliff, and spread your wings,
leaning forward, looking out. . .and up. . .
notice. . .the white puff of dandelion seed, the small
down feather. . .floating on the breeze.

let your thoughts carry you forward, over the chasm,
light. . . no more an earthboud thing. . . forgetting yesterdays failure. . . you CAN fly!

.... sometimes the sea-eagle strikes the "nilpis" by mistake and man it hurts big time. But rather then sit on a branch and sit out the pain..the eagle soars into heavens screaming initially but most definitely seeking out the aircurrents to rest and glide away the pain !...

Dont know if the above is relevant but there may be a useful principle in there somewhere..one must learn soar even in pain !

Like a breath of fresh air after the rains
U breezzzzeeeed into my life
Seemingly without a care in the world
Always gliding smoothly through the thick fog
of natures dirty laundry
to settle on the same branch as I
making everything seem light
and happy
and colourful

Your multi coloured coat
so bright when you're near
but when you fly far above the tree tops
far out of reach from
catapults of careless
insensitive creatures
the colour fades
with the distance ......

Hard lessons learned too late
New awakening....too late??

2 b cont.....d