Flight

As if the world closed in around me i fell back through many lifetimes, Big cats, Timber Wolves, and finally the bird of prey.

I can feel the wind as is rushes beneath my wings, flexing them as i ride the currents high above my terrain. No boundary to define where i can fly and no desire to come back to rest on the earth. I feel no ties to the planet below me except as a form of sustenance.

No worries of dates or deadlines. No existence of days of a week. At dawn.. the flight begins, soaring higher and further, twisting and turning with the currents that are almost visible in their desire to exist.

Close you eyes, breath deep and fly with me.