Bless the blue wing

That’s living by your side


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


your head remembering the way of lightness


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.

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