WINGS
The true world is more than the one we see and move about in. Its dimensions are those of the soul, which are measured in terms of happiness, of love and of beauty. These give it depth and width and height in a true sense. Likewise the world that I am myself, is open to me if I expand into it, by means of those wings my soul was given at the beginning of its journey. If I can discover again the softness of those wings, as soft as the wool of a lamb in spring, I will find the path through light to where I began.
Nothing in the use of those wings would disturb the flow of air or the pattern of light on the earth below. New life depends on those things. But still I could choose a path which light and air, in their spiritual forms, had made outside of time. And there I could fold my wings to create the shade we need to understand things in their prime.
Wings
The true world is more than the one we see –
its width is the happiness of the soul,
its depth is love, which binds and then sets free,
its height that beauty which the stars unroll.
If I could show the true world that I am,
you’d see height and depth and width in a span
of wings as soft as the wool as a lamb
and a path through light to where I began.
Prime
And nothing in my flying would disturb
the pattern of the light on earth below,
and nothing in my span of wings would curb
the flow of air to where new life must grow.
But I would choose a path which light had made
and which the wind discovered outside time,
and there with folded wings create the shade
we need to understand things in their prime.
Best wishes, today,
Landar
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