In an attempt
to find the answer
a sensation
for all the nations was
medication
but when it came
to my own search
it left me
as an orphan eagle
on a splintered perch
unsure if my wings
were just attached
as two feathery things
or whether
something better
a purpose meant to soar
not just a fancy family lore
what would happen if my claws released their clench
from the only crutch above the chilling trench?
would there be anything to grip at all
or would this be my final fall?
yet up there on that feeble branch
I knew I must give me a chance
some horizon I began to see
but what is space if we are not free
to touch the earth and fly to heaven
the wings of mine began to beckon
so leaning gently into doubt
I lift my wings and stretch them out
it’s time to move my heart through fear
and take the next flight out of here
with that I loosen every claw
close eyes,
breath deep,
and then I fall
as I begin to spiral down
the space around me feels unsound
when will I reach a resting place
amongst this endless, winding space?
but suddenly,
my wings spread wider
I’m no longer an outsider
the space and me begin to meld
within that space my Self is held
as doubt becomes but just a word
and in the whispers trust is heard
witnessed I the joining thread
and from that moment,
we
are wed
then falling ceases in a flash
there is no longer room to crash
my body sails through waves of grace
my mind expands to grasp this space
in letting go of holding on
I gave my Self a chance to dawn
and finally with vision steady
I know that I am truly ready…
to leave behind
what kept me blind
and open fully
space of mind
untwined…
the space that cradles
planet earth
is the same that
welcomes
human birth
the space of blackness
round starlight
is the same that
eases
every plight
the space that trails
the child’s cries
is the same that
shapes
the butterflies
the space that soothes
aesthetic I
is just the same that
paints
the sky
the space that catches
every breath
is the same that
blesses
every death
the space that follows
each heart beat
is the same that
grows
the food we eat
the space between
the flooding thoughts
is what’s connecting
all the dots
from newborn babes
to astronauts
this space has given wholly me
the unobstructed chance to be
the bridge
across the gap
to Thee