I write of That Journey

I WRITE OF THAT JOURNEY

I remember how my mother would hold me.

I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.

I understand now what was happening.

Love so strong a force

it broke the

cage,

and she disappeared from everything

for a blessed

moment.

All actions have evolved

From the taste of flight;

the hope of freedom

moves our cells

and limbs.

Unable to live on the earth, Mira ventured out alone in the sky –

I write of that journey

of becoming as

free as

God.

Don’t forget love;

it will bring all the madness you need

to unfurl yourself across

the universe.