everyone of us have wings.
some are born with two wings,
some four or fourteen.
only the gifted masters:
the Christ figures among us of all ages
perceive our invisible wings.
lo! we have wings, yet we keep on crawling.
many of us never learn
in our whole life how to fly using them.
the masters' hearts ache to see
our wings on dust,
dragged on like heavy curtains,
and dead weights.
we enshroud and suffocate our wings
dead in ignorance.
alike beloved master Jesus,
all masters beckon us to realize Freedom.
they call us to know the Self,
to know and be part of the Truth,
to fly and be free from this bondage of small self.
they wonder at us:
why walk if you can fly?
September 2007 / LA, CA
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