She wants to fly up and up ad far
The bird is infinite
She wants to fly up and up and far
But tears attach her to the sea of sorrow
Her ideas limit her
The rock of pain
Threaten to block her
The sea is wide
The angels watch and cannot interfere
Their heart cries out
Come, come, sweet bird
You can
And what’s the source of power?
It’s in the knowing
That her mind
navigates
Her thinking
Moves her
Think flying on
Think delighting in the life on earth
Think love given and received
And if one day
All your ideas will cease
Where will you find yourself?
Sweet bird
Where will you be?
And aren’t you already there
Right now?
intuitiveflow 
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