Floating

bobbing but not weaving, in the current, but not of it.. winged in flights of fancy, and natures delight, we notice all kinds of flyers… birds of this morning, came into view. singing their stories along their ways.. spreading their gospel, for all whom may hear, when listening, for what floats bye… busy bout their bustling, chirping and flying, performing the chores that keep them moving.. gathering food, shelter and water, watering all whom see their plight, to wonder more.. picking and choosing, and taking it with them, all that may enhance the nature of the living… flying around, never tied down to remaining still.. always stirring, from dawning to dusk.. routines abound, when noticing the beauty of the flying… blessings to us, when caught in the moment, of messengers flying through our scope of receiving…

Learning in the doing, within the way, til instincts become natural.. making conscious below, to carry the load.. while searching and finding more, to earn and learn along further understandings.. building resistant natures, with each flight and score, to feed awaiting open mouths yelling to fulfill.. feeding the hungry perched in their safety nets.. works of busy bees buzzing, for all of the lifetime, of natural tendencies.. flying all about, arranging their wings to regenerate the spirit to keep soaring, and teaching the offspring to stay alive by learning.. to spread their wings with the nature they earned.. paying off their balance, and thrive as their parents before.. grown up to be the best of their intentions.. not seeking glory, just surviving, the brunt of strikes from predators in the shadows, stalking flyers…

Birds, going about their expressions, leaving impressions, for others to finish the book, of chapters begin and end.. unfolding into others’ storing, whenever lighting bulbs along their lines… of understanding, the plight of the flight attendants’ focus, on larger shifts of raising and lowering your bridge, to allow or dismiss higher levels of your consideration.. flights of connected heart, mind and soul raises the drawbacks, of existence.. existing to stay the same, accumulates more stuff.. exit strategies boarded up by the tragedies that ensued… going with the flow, of unnatural souls, and accepting what is dished out to domesticated mammals.. wildlife removed from the nature, of the beast… no longer awareness of soars and shadows, concretes the walking.. in clouded consciousness unaware of the nature, of raising Ones walks and talks to Ones worth the blessings.. offered by the heart and soul to keep the light on your path, highlighting the trail of healing within your generations of spiritual consciousness.. controllers of the switches, turning off bulbs for physical gains, never leaving the lights on for their own paths… for flying and growing…

and what of our flights.. have we forgotten, or forgone conclusions remembering how.. to ride the waves breaking on their timings, surfing webs sited by the paddling, through the thick of deep waters we base our insights upon our hanging ten, and not getting hung up on ourselves, wants and desires.. desire, siring derevolution of knowing, just thinking, beliefs evolving rather than us… and getting schooled with the other fish.. captured attentions, intentions and making new waves to frequency your directions… tune out, and stay on the breaking.. of consciousness’ waves of higher nobility.. no bull, known to awakening spiritual matter, souly discernment.. growing wings…

flights abound, racing all around within the mind, only to grab more as attention sees fit… filling the mass, inconsequential stories, stored to marry go-rounds in the psyche.. holding the wings spread, but in-place, One glides through the airs of understanding.. the airing picks you up, and brings you down to the ground when realizing the noticing… just hang.. gliding through the heir.. as One should be, opening minds eye to sights of the flights soaring above your grounded orbit.. safe, in the feel, unwinding the heart from obstruction to feel the moor of it all…

birds of a feather, flocking together for safety, family and security.. thoughts attached to the core of a belief, assimilating for building and directing, your intensions.. opposing forces in natures’ flowing the direction, and building evolutions upon what is designed.. thoughts, designing the evolution of believing, and packing it to solidify in the mass.. natures mass consciousness, always building and destroying, lessons unlearned from the masses running their minds off.. of flow, waters beneath perspectives.. evolving the believing, into higher knowing, if drifting in the stream of flowing, no longer concentrating on what was previously believed, and contained, within vessels grinded down beyond observing nature… Hers, His, and ours…

 

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