He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
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Showing posts with label fly. Show all posts
17 January 2011
Learn to Fly
We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.--Kurt Vonnegut
06 July 2009
The Siren's Song that is Your Madness
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life
you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
All your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly,
into the light of the dark, black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life,
you were only waiting for this moment to arise,
you were only waiting for this moment to arise,
you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
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