Beating Wings and Human Things: A Breeze of Transcendence

In quiet moments, I hear wings beating,
A rush of air that echoes in my ears,
And suddenly, I'm soaring up above,
My body weightless, lifted by the breeze.
The world below me falls away like dust,
And I'm left with nothing but the sky.

But as I gaze out at the endless sky,
I'm struck by how alone I am, just beating
My wings against the air, kicking up dust,
Trying to escape the earth and its deafening roar in my ears.
I can't shake the feeling that I'm just a breeze,
A temporary thing that will soon be gone forevermore.

I wonder if the other birds see me as more
Than just a human who dreams of the sky,
A silly creature caught up in the breeze
Of something they were born to do, their wings beating
In perfect harmony, no clashing notes in their ears,
No longing for a world beyond the dust.

And yet, I can't help but feel that the dust
Is somehow part of me, that there's something more
To this human body and these human ears
That long to hear the sound of wings in the sky,
To feel the rush of blood that comes with beating
Against the wind, riding the waves of the breeze.

So I'll keep chasing the dream of the breeze,
Embracing the dust that clings to me like a lover,
Beating my wings even when it seems pointless, and beating
Them harder when I'm told I'm nothing more
Than a human who's lost touch with the ground and the sky,
Who's forgotten what it means to truly use one's ears.

And maybe someday, if I listen close enough, my ears
Will hear a sound beyond the rush of the breeze,
A song that speaks to something deep inside, beyond the sky,
Beyond the endless cycle of dust and covers,
Something that reminds me there's so much more
To life than just beating one's wings and beating them sore.

And maybe then, I'll see that I'm not just a breeze,
A human lost in the dust with delusions of a bird.
Maybe then, I'll soar up to the sky, with a beating heart and open ears.

And in that moment, as I soar up high,
I'll feel the wind beneath my wings, the beating
Of my heart in perfect rhythm with the breeze.
I'll know that I'm no longer just a human with delusions of a bird,
But a being of pure energy, connected to something more,
To the very fabric of the universe, to the secrets of the sky.

And as I ride the currents of the sky,
I'll feel my body merging with the breeze,
Becoming something more than just a human, more
Than just a creature with a beating heart and ears.
I'll know that I'm part of something grander, something divine,
A force that cannot be contained by flesh or dust.

For in that moment, I'll see that the dust
Is just a temporary state, a fleeting thing that holds me back,
That the true nature of my being lies beyond the human mind.
I'll know that I am more than just a breeze, more than just a bird,
That I am a being of pure energy, capable of beating
My wings in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the sky.

And as I fly, I'll know that I am part of something more,
That I am not just a human with delusions of a bird,
But a being of pure energy, riding the breeze of the divine.

In this state of being, I am no longer bound
By the limits of my earthly form or human mind,
For I am now a manifestation of the cosmic design.
I am a creature of the universe, with powers grand and more,
And my wings beat with the rhythms of the sky,
Echoing the heartbeat of the divine.

I am a force of nature, a creature born to fly,
And as I soar, I feel the essence of the universe inside.
I am no longer just a human with delusions of a bird,
But a being of pure energy, free from the chains of the earth.

I am the embodiment of the wind, the essence of the breeze,
And I ride the currents of the sky with effortless ease.
My wings beat with the cadence of eternity,
And my heart sings with the songs of the divine.

For in this state of being, I am one with the cosmos,
A creature of the universe, with powers vast and more.
I am not just a bird, but a being beyond compare,
And I embrace this truth with every fiber of my being.

So let my wings beat on, with the rhythms of the sky,
And let my heart sing out, with the songs of the divine.
For I am no longer just a human with delusions of a bird,
But a being of pure energy, free to soar forevermore.




















The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
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