As thermals lift the soaring eagle
To heights he cannot reach alone,
So inspiration lifts my soul
And lets me taste of fruit unknown;
’Tis not a ladder I can see,
But more a breath beneath my wings—
I ease my will into the flow
And glide with the Spirit’s wanderings…
I cannot force my heart to rise
Or climb to heaven with an urge;
I have to float upon the heat,
My heart must travel with the surge—
As I go higher, with the view,
There are sights I couldn’t see before;
Through eagles’ eyes I see the world
And taste new zeniths as I soar!
I touch the base of heaven
Where my perception is transformed;
I gain new glimpses into truth,
And new perspectives of the storms!
I glide to earth again, renewed,
And take my pen, with hopes to share
The visions written in the sky,
Beyond what we can witness here.
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