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.

 

From Love Poems from God, by Daniel Ladinsky.

Copyright © 2002 by Daniel Ladinsky.

Reprinted by permission of the author.