Flight of the Spirit

Flight of the doves, sweet flight no trace, no one can follow it, though some will try to imitate it, even buying the expertise, as if they could buy it, Spirit. How competing Spirits can be overcome by pride, what a waste, don’t they realise it, how many have tried to, own it. Human minds can’t possibly understand, the invisible nature of it, and why mere children are first to recognise it, an energy, that is not sullied, no adult anyway, unless blessed with it. Dependent on rules, the young are not under the threat of rules, they copy what is in front of them, and they succumb to it, the example they are shown, which become rules. My pleasure is the escape, the mind does not have to work, I can ignore it, the unpleasant experiences, sidelined, and to that pleasure I return, whenever I am troubled, refuge. In the ideal world it’s the safety of family, the comfort of a father or mother, in they I trust, what else they say is there. Occasionally, there are those nourished in a healthy Spiritual way, it’s not as common as many would wish, and when children wish to run, it’s always a sign of distress, there is great anxiety, why else. Solomon encountered such beings, wisdom beyond years, who are able to express it, the flight of the doves.

 Amen.

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