LONGING TO FLY

O my dear soul, your wings

are sodden and stale.

You cannot fly.

You have stayed too long in the waters of seeking.

You have covered your face with wings of sobriety

And that is not their use.

Come out of the dark cave, O soul,

And let the sun of courage dry your wings.

Be intoxicate, O soul.

There is no danger.

Be drunken with the wine of majesty.

Here is the air clear

And the winds are soft.

Let water be at your roots

And the fire rise

Into the vast and vacant crucible

Of your intent.

All shall be well and you shall again

Fly.

                              Ted Black, 10/23/2013