To Soar With the Holy Creator
Like patches of heavy-laden snow,
Nestled between the firmament and the below-
Being between the clouds, soaring on an endless pathway;
A dimension of time, being suspended in mid-air.
Like particles of the chaff being thrown to the wind, gliding upward, outward
towards endless expectations-
As being a drift on the ocean with nothing to see but the glorious glitter of the
sun against the water;
An amazing feeling of tranquility and ease-
Soaring as the eagle soars: free, untouched and far-removed from the world.
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