Thursday, April 30, 2009
Flying
The quiet of flying
must be like the quiet
of morning
the mind of flying
must have the stillness
of a glass of water
the breeze of flying
must be like
the touch of gentle hand
on the face
the humility of flying
must be like
facing death
flying
must be like
realizing
that all we do
down here
is rather silly
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