Can you hear me? I am the silence that waits for you to notice ... the beginning that forms in the quiet space within.

Fly higher

A vista opens
flowers blossoming
birds flying high
their song reverberating with the call of the unknown
a longing …
a wish to fly higher
to reach into a mystery beyond
there to draw upon magic-new
finding ways to weave it through life
that its touch may find all –
that all may know its touch.

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