With a lift-off intention I jumped up to fly.
I was something like a grounded tree.
Taking flight was so very hard.
My guru counseled me.
With acquired implements
I tried to cut each stitch holding.
My intellect in truth was rather dull,
though Spirit bolding.
In hieroglyphic manual page 222
I intuited a hint, an incantation true?
Here for my scheming:
Fly O Fly O Fly O!
I recited it fortissimo for a week
in lucid dreaming.
Then my weighed body, my un-weighed soul
together recalled I suppose simply that God,
as for anyone, had intimated flight for me
In classical mind’s eye I spied
Icarus sploshing in a wave.
Then entered Aboriginal Self.
Whoa, Hello! I said,
shocked at showing
I know…. I know …. I know….
with ease — be natural, be still.
(this way make my start)
I need help.
I believed it
I spoke it
and then I sailed up and away
with surrender in my heart.