What is this dream we call life?
This continual ‘flight;’ this searching, seeking, yearning,
and running away.
Always rushing across the surface like a stone across water.
Afraid of sinking, afraid of stillness, avoiding the darkness, the loneliness.
Thou art still.
With quiet, one awakens to see the glorious dance of the universe…all waves of light, cacophony of color,
breathless awe, weightless wonder.
But so alone.
Where art Thou?
If I rest, will you be there?
If I awaken from this dream, who do I leave behind
to struggle alone?
If I hang onto my dream, life becomes but a bird
with a broken wing.
To awaken is to fly!