Above the Sky

Fly, over the peak of the clouds, beyond the limits of where they say humans can reach their wings. Dance, skip, sing as you fly, the highest space an energy restorer, we can dance our happy feet, free our eyes to chase the bee, the butterfly, the beetle, even closed eyes will still see. Freedom in that empty space, all can travel to peek, glimpse at nature, seek for Her whispers. The wind will lead us, push us upwards where it gets steepest. But the birds will laugh at us, chirping with their neighbors, they must know us humans lost our feel with nature? Climb it to change the climate, seek the peaks to find the wonders. Within, dangers flash of canyons and inclines, like the birds who laughed at our lost senses, there’s no strength in those waves, a still mind still knows how to listen when discomfort disrupts listening. A species of bearers carrying weight on the incline, but still, we should tap our feet as we ascend the heights of life’s line. With all hands on light, chasing heights across horizons of unknowns, with faith as our guide taunting all feet forward with its dancing motions, rising to see endless light, there’s only one way forward with time and only one way up with sight. Sculpture "Transmission" by Daniel Popper