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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Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The Golden Light of Home

In the evening,
We walk the fields of our dreams,
In the bright golden light.

You show me the way home, 
We're hand in hand,
At each other's side.

And now my heart is aching,
In the early morning silence,
So near yet so far away.

I looked and looked,
I tried and tried,
And rarely got it right.

Little did I know,
All along it was you,
Hiding at home,
Who was wishing for flight.

And now finally you appear,
A shining star in my night,
A beautiful sight.

I'm breaking in two,
Because we're so far apart,
But you're always with me,
Here in my heart.

We're making a new start,
Now those stars are aligned,
I'm amazed at how they shine.

You've lit a spark in me again,
A light that I thought had gone out,
I'm whole again,
You're healing my broken heart.