Tag: Flying
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The Phoenix Rises
From the crackling through the flame, lifts the firebird with no name; shrieks and whistles, caws and echoes, shadows, embers, dance untamed. Flight starts bulky, wings unfurl, fiery feathers flex and curl; dark smoke billows, volume high, then finally phoenix finds the sky.
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Head in the Clouds
To be a bird or a butterfly To soar, freely, up on high To see the view from in the clouds Freedom from the maddening crowds The blue, the grey, the white, the light The air, the breeze, the sounds, the sights Swirling, flying up above To be a kestrel, to be a dove To…
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Come, Fly with Me!
Even without a breeze, the currents are good once we get going. Gravity keeps us grounded, but once we become free of that gravitational pull we are free to go. Free to soar into the skies. The first steps into take off are always tricky. Gravity doesn’t want us to leave the ground, but with…
The Mansionic Perspective 