Have you ever dreamed about flying ?

soaring and swooping ?
with the wind bracing ?
With huge glistening wings that drive you skyward as you pulled away from the ground.

Last night was virtual. a spiritual out of body thing. to be on the wing.
propelled by giant feathers and power. could have stayed for hours. consider the
sparrow, the dove or the eagle. WE aspire.

Lofty as the ground slid by as the mountains rushed towards me as the oceans glistened from afar. The horizon vanished and all things were revealed. Truly consider the lowly crow. who looks down on our crowned limitations

Imagine pushing for the sun on wings anchored to your shoulder. Icarus was even bolder considering
his wings were waxen. True folly but then the rush may have tempered the fall.

I have flown many times before in dream-state.
Have you ?.And hovered and swooped to gently lite to ground toes touching then wings folding high above my shoulders. Pristine. ready. to
fly again.