‘If I am free to fly,’
said the girl
to the moon,
‘why are my wings still closed?’
‘Because you have not yet decided
to flip the closed sign
to open,’
said the moon.
To the girl.
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6 responses to “Free To Fly”
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I have no bloody idea where this stuff comes from, Kat. (Ha ha ha- hijacked by the universe again!) I didn’t even know what this one meant when I wrote it, but I knew it meant something I’d need to ponder. I thought my wings were open. Now that I really think about it…I’m actually a little bit scared to fly. I suppose we all must feel this way, at times. xx
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The universe has found a way to communicate – through you! There are so many lessons for us to learn, so many things for us to ponder, and you’re the perfect person to deliver those messages. I’m definitely terrified of flying, but I suppose we must spread our wings and take a chance if we’re ever to live the way the universe intends us to.
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