On Feathers Light

LR, January , 2021     

Heart trembling, I greet the new,

Not knowing where it will take me, or even how to go.

Only that 

The old ways cannot get me there. 

I need to leave them on the shore

When I set out on this journey, may my feet be rooted,  may I listen to my steady breath 

that is the warm wind.

May I make my way  on feathers light, through many levels of knowing,  

unwrapping the cocoon of sheltered thinking,  

breathing in new horizons.

The sky  is a vast heart with  room and time for my scrapes and fears of then, and when.

May my newborn wings dry in the sun, my antennae sense, may I fly, awake to the now.

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