these wings

i rise into flight & i break into song, into a thousand
thousand pieces. they all have their own holy lives & they have their
own wings as they fly off to do their own duties. surely songs are
free beings with their own dharma after they emerge from the lips:
they have their own journeys to set out upon. i carried them all
when they were tender & small & it's time now to let them go free.

i break out of the prison i carefully made out of rules, roles
& regulations. i'm cutting the cords; i'm leaving the matrix.
i'm fully out of the chrysalis now, shedding the confining
tight old skin & spreading my wings into the rising sunlight. they
glow & they know just where to go, & i am but a passenger.
Shiva, these wings will take me to You: what else can be their purpose?
what else can they do but take me to You? that's what this life is for.

Author: swadharma9

i am 82, living in a nursing home and deepening my spiritual life as is appropriate as one ages. i am a student of the Sanatana Dharma and a devotee of Lord Shiva.

8 thoughts on “these wings”

    1. i appreciate your kind comment, Diti🙏🏼❤️for me, opening my heart to the higher vision is part of my sadhana, as words somehow seem to come to express that which is not so easy to say in english. sanskrit is the best language for spiritual expression, but i make do with what i can. 🙏🏼🤪😎

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  1. Wow! Wow…everything Wow! Your image is amazing..your words so wise..they ring true as the emerging butterfly in you, develops wings and deep understanding and wisdom that goes beyond words…You are amazing and the most gorgeous butterfly is forming in you..this very minute…Hugs🤗🦋❤️

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