I Write Of That Journey

I remember how my mother would hold me. I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep. I understand now what was happening. Love so strong a force it broke the cage, and she disappeared from everything for a blessed moment. All actions have evolved From the taste of flight; the hope of freedom moves our cells and limbs. Unable to live on the earth, Mira ventured out alone in the sky - I write of that journey of becoming as free as God. Don't forget love; it will bring all the madness you need to unfurl yourself across the universe.