.
On the wings of the wind
I fly through the sky
and the wings of the wind
raise me up to the high-
est point of the blue
so I’m nearer to You.
.
I’m removed from the cares
and my earthly fears
when I float in the rare
ambience of the air
while my dream is refined
on the wings of the wind.
.
©DGA 26 December 2011 13:34
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26/12/2011 at 2:32 pm
Lovely thoughts and feelings.
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26/12/2011 at 9:56 pm
It is lovely to fly in my imagination, Ben. Wish I could do it for real!
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26/12/2011 at 3:38 pm
Aah, the wind blowin’ through my hair, cooling my brow, whispers in my ear, soothes my thoughts, carries the wild bird’s song…
He has given us a wonderful blessing.
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26/12/2011 at 9:57 pm
Very nice, Maxi. We are very lucky…
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26/12/2011 at 5:59 pm
Keep on soaring, Denise!
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26/12/2011 at 9:58 pm
I am, Nancy, and it’s wonderful!
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26/12/2011 at 6:00 pm
Lovely thought. We have similar mental metaphors – in my novel which will hopefully come out at long last after frustrating delays, I use ‘riding the Winds’ as a metaphor for for spiritual lines of force which can lead either to The Centre of Being, or to The Void.
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26/12/2011 at 10:00 pm
Sounds much like I imagine, Col. I hope I get a chance to read it when the gremlins are done!
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26/12/2011 at 7:10 pm
Wonderful to give oneself to such flights Denise.
thank you.
John
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26/12/2011 at 10:01 pm
Thank you, John, for reading them, my friend.
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26/12/2011 at 8:07 pm
“While my dream is refined.” Love this!
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26/12/2011 at 10:02 pm
Thanks, Jeannie. 😉
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27/12/2011 at 12:08 am
nice one of my dreams growing up was to fly…but i like the message of rising above as well…hope you had a good holiday!
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27/12/2011 at 6:46 am
If I could have my life over, Brian, I would definitely learn to fly – an aeroplane, lol! Lovely holiday with family on Christmas day! Hope yours was also good.
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27/12/2011 at 12:10 am
I still dream of zipping around with Peter Pan.
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27/12/2011 at 6:48 am
Do you know, Carl, I never got around to reading that as a child, only bits and pieces from what I recall…
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27/12/2011 at 4:34 pm
Such a feeling of freedom in this, Denise!
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28/12/2011 at 4:08 pm
Thanks, Kate.
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28/12/2011 at 8:30 am
An effortless, weightless evocation – a lovely lightness of being – nice!
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28/12/2011 at 4:09 pm
Thanks, Bb!
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29/12/2011 at 8:09 pm
When I float in the rare
ambience of the air
while my dream is refined
on the wings of the wind…
Noticed Denise how nicely the word “rare” sits here suggesting rarefied air? When you float above like that everything … including dreams… get refined.
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30/12/2011 at 12:06 am
Thanks for this comment, Sunamu. I did indeed mean rarefied air, i.e. less dense, indicating a greater height. 🙂
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30/12/2011 at 6:05 am
This makes me feel like I could fly. Often I am envious of the birds and their ability to soar. What must it be like? Beautiful poem!
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30/12/2011 at 7:57 am
I am so glad I gave you that feeling, Selma. I really long to be able to fly, soar, float or glide within the air ‘waves’! Who knows, one day we may be able to do just that, haha – IF we live long enough! But things are ever-changing and progressing…
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30/12/2011 at 11:28 am
I’d miss hands so much though. Yet a bird can build a nest with only a beak. Amazing!
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30/12/2011 at 11:31 am
I know, Ben! I have watched the little weavers and they are SO dexterous with their beak it is truly amazing!
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01/01/2012 at 3:45 pm
Great “mind-flight” post!
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01/01/2012 at 5:24 pm
Thank you, Hook, for wandering through my poems. I really appreciate your comments.
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