Flying Lesson

I knew from dreams

that it would be effortless,

guided by thought and not mechanics,

and that every cell of me

would be awakened, would be exclaiming,

over and over, how free, how right, this feels

I knew that there would be no fear.

I knew I’d feel companioned,

so closely held and guided

by the Truth with which I gratefully commune.

I knew I wanted this, with all my being

What I didn’t know

was how close at hand this is —

not something lost to me

(at least until I walk a span

wherein I am defined

by some corporeality,

wherein I am confined to tracing

mostly pre-determined, fear-laced paths,

wearily, from birth to certain death)

I didn’t know I didn’t have to wait —

that this reality of who I am,

equipped and fully knowing flight,

has been here all along,

simply awaiting my lift-off.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 24, 2015