Bless the blue wing
That’s living by your side
Always
On those days
And yes, there are many of them
That you forget the lightness of being
Turn your eyes to it
To the bone
To the feathers
To the way its made
You are made, in your own image
Those days of rock and mud
You know the ones
The heavy ones
Where you are too much earth and not enough sky
Turn your eyes too it
This wing of yours
To it’s shape
Your shape
and yes, you forgot about it
Because we are all, so fucking good at forgetting
Bless us.
In the dark spread it out now
To the tips
And in the middle of the night stand by your window
Yes you
I am taking to you
Remember that wing was made for flying
And any one who told you it wasn’t , had forgot their own
It wasn’t their fault, really
Bless them.
Even in the days when it curled in on itself somehow
when gravity had stared at you so long, that you bowed your head
Let your wing, and the blue light from it
Light the path
Up
your head remembering the way of lightness
Up
Just for a second
Thats enough for now
Yes ,you will forget all this
You will always forget
But then you’ll remember again
Like small magic
Slight of hand
Then when thats done, and you feel yourself spread out inside yourself a little more
Make tea, the way you like it.
