Untying the Bonds From Our Wings

Is not comfort expressed
in what we look for everyday?
When our fingers move through fire
to untie the bonds from our wings
so we can become the form
of everything.  

When old thoughts are found on pages
containing imaginary stairs
do we find that our eyes lie to us
about worlds we will find there?
Or do we just like those new beginnings
where all is well and fair?

Each day I tell you that I am not the one
who in time will disappear.
Yes, inside I move eagerly towards trust
and forwards I dive full into the sky.
But here with you,
I find to be most dear.

Night and day we climb hills to see the sun
and all its possibilities.
Yet we never blink an eye or stare
at the dreams visible to us all.
Perhaps, we are afraid to open the door
to our own imagination’s call.

Author's Note

Digital Artist - LuneBleu

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

It is rare to find a partner in life who understands that imagination both frees the spirit and opens up new doors, new realities. This includes inner adaptations, and outer reformations.

In the infinite Now of the Heart, all goodness arises, and that is the Source of your beautiful rumination.

[Muse]

To keep oneself in bondage is to deny the world of one's potential. I know I need to stop talking the talk and walk the walk. But I recognize this to be absolute truth. You inspire me to be more free each and everytime you share these messages of self-worth. Thank you once again for doing this. xo

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. Felt like a dream state. The words were gentle and kind.
I like these lines.
"Each day I tell you that I am not the one
who in time will disappear.
Yes, inside I move eagerly towards trust
and forwards I dive full into the sky.
But here with you,
I find to be most dear."
Thank you for a amazing poem. Fear can stop great things. We must leave doors open for life to be good and balanced. A excellent poem.
Coyote