Have you come to hate the ground
to want to fly the drafts?
You loathe the way your weeping sounds
because you miss your laugh.
Hate the mediocre,
embrace what's so much better;
love the spirit of the word
despite the law of the letter.
Hate the fear that's kept you grounded,
and reach for Love that drives it out.
Leave the demons so confounded
with this light that you've got.
Now take yourself to the air,
surprising even yourself.
Leave all behind without a care,
clinging to your higher Help.
Then you might find you're not alone;
your light is followed by many fires.
Many fly with you home;
they've all been so inspired.
So take some courage to your heart;
have the boldness of the wise.
Leave the gray, now depart;
the word for you is, "Fly!"
Don't look for me, I won't be there;
my thoughts of hope are with you.
I've taken up life with a dare
and taken to the blue.