Airborne, swift and light moving silently in brightness of white clouds floating free.... and sunshine beaming gold over land projecting rays to earth plain and into depth of mineral matter.
Watched at ground level- seeming small through distant view but transient over pallid blue and whiteness- momentarily vanishing then reappearing and descending to circuit lower realms then land on solid ground running free.... slowing down to walking pace- coming to final halt at flight's end.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2022 16:17:50 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers
Post by stewartedwards on May 28, 2022 17:43:42 GMT 9.5
Fjrogers
This morning I am dealing with a side effect of treatment, and needed something to harmonise myself. I flew through your poem, enjoying its majesty. And I feel a bit better refreshed after landing. Thank you.
A Simple Man, who tried and failed to reilluminate this planet.
Slogging Scotsman Ma’at Ankh Re
Who am I trying to kid for I can’t even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.
Post by stewartedwards on May 29, 2022 20:40:37 GMT 9.5
Fjrogers
I have just reread your wonderful poem, and again was immediately transported into an eagle flying through your poem. Can I ask, when you wrote this, we’re you imagining yourself as a bird, from the birds viewpoint?
A Simple Man, who tried and failed to reilluminate this planet.
Slogging Scotsman Ma’at Ankh Re
Who am I trying to kid for I can’t even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.
I am a novice at this sort of thing, so please forgive me.
Naming things is always a problem for me, as it is for many who have remote viewed. Your mind takes what you feel (through your five senses) and tries to make sense of it. Eg in this case, feeling the flight (accurate) oh it’s a bird (inaccurate).
The important thing Fjrogers is that your poem touched me.
A Simple Man, who tried and failed to reilluminate this planet.
Slogging Scotsman Ma’at Ankh Re
Who am I trying to kid for I can’t even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.
Thank you again, Stewart, I feel honoured. Your remote impression of my poem is not wrong at all, it's simply just your impression which is an expression of the universe.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers