Sky Pilot

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I am descending. My

bliss: being one creature, a

single occupant of time and

place. I have prayers, most

unspoken, a swirling drift of

wind and thought of mind.

When I bend into spirit fears, I

learn my way to beauty, loving

the science of mystery. I am of the

perennial though I know not

how. Observing creation as

of it, not above it, I am

an embodied genome

unraveling into the imagined

mass of yonder. Death is

birth awaiting. Wildflowers have

taught me such things.

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