On Flying Without Wings

I woke up in the night sky. I woke up in the air. I woke up AS the air. The current that was damp and cool on my skin held me, cradled me like Love that can only come from something from high Above. With a thought, my body turned first one ...way, then the other offering spinning perspective on surveyance. Stars and Light and Planets and Oceans and Streams and Earth and Sky swirled together Color Defined. Effort was Effortless as I Roamed and Wandered clear across Universes Undiscovered, one Innerverse colliding into another. I saw Everything but was seen by No one's Nothing. There was no Time. There was Only Timelessness in Space Confined. Mouth wide open, sound coiling into separation mingling, I heard in Complete Volumes of Knowing. There were no Questions because I didn't need Answers. In this Movement, Gliding as if a Mere Whisper, I Inhaled Light and knew the Darkest Secrets of a Purpose to BE everything that no one would ever see.



Then, I woke up, opened my eyes and looked around my messy room, wondered what time it was. Then, I remembered.....I couldn't tell time yet. So, I climbed out of bed and got ready for school. Maybe I could draw my flying dream with crayons. I hope the teacher doesn't ask me, again, how I can expect the girl in my drawing to fly without any wings.


I love graham crackers and milk. Don't you?