Happy 1st Flight Day!
112 years ago, 2 brothers from Ohio
journeyed to a strip of sand to take flight across the land
pilgrimage of imagination inspiring our own exploration
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on this auspicious day, the first day of my new year, the 4th anniversary of dwelling in the abundance of infinite love and gratitude and the 2nd anniversary of the Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage, i celebrate this moment, this beautiful moment dancing in the rain that falls now on the path of devotion, rain falling home into vast ocean… listening for the call of the wild emanating from the still wave of great silence…
How could the soul not take flight
When from the glorious Presence
A soft call flows sweet as honey,
And whispers, “Rise up now, come away.”
How could the fish not jump
Immediately from dry land into water,
When the sound of water from the ocean
Of fresh waves springs to his ear?
How could the hawk not fly away,
Back, back, to the wrist of the kind
As soon as he hears the drum
The king’s baton hits again and again,
Drumming out the signal of return?
How could the Sufi not start to dance,
Turning on himself, like the atom in the sun of eternity,
So he can leap free of this dying world?
Fly away, fly away, bird, to your native home.
You have leaped free of the cage,
Your wings are flung back in the wind of God.
Leave behind the stagnant and marshy waters,
Hurry, hurry, hurry, O bird, to the source of life!
– Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
