Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Sunday, December 6, 2015

He Wonders



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He wonders what this is?
This Organism, this Being,
They have created from above,
That they have invested with their energy and love.

Something new and beauteous has emerged,
From the depths of who they really are,
They have found themselves,
Each in the eyes, ears and heart of the other.

No effort required,
Only love revealed,
No fear anymore,
Just infinite flow.

He sees the way ahead,
Her radiant eyes are glowing,
Lighting the paths,
Of his to-ing and fro-ing

In the midst of his darkness,
She hears his anguished call,
She reaches out to break his fall,
And her stars shine within him.

He is caught in the net of her wonder,
He spirals in the greatness of her galaxy,
He basks in the heat of her sun,
And the the threads of his heart
 Are gently teased apart and torn asunder.