There is an art to flying, or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, that provides the difficulties.
We walk in beauty and we blossom in wisdom, we swim in truth and we fly in joy.
The beginning of Health & our Natural state of Bliss, is when it is obvious we are Vegetarians by design and start Honoring this,
When we begin the metamorphosis like the caterpillar from crawling to flying goes, what is True can set us Free, and then it does ! ! ! ! !
- LifeTree,
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As a bird flying into the wind, as I face into my fear, I am lifted.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
It's hard to rack up miles on private jets.
every time you tell someone that you are going to fly and they talk about gravity, that is doubt.
