Soaring into heaven, wings gliding with air currents in
the atmosphere.
Winding along clouds and out of sight, taking pathways
that disappear beyond earth's horizon.
Leaving everything, allowing it freedom to be totally
independent, finding a way to be present to life that
is meant to be lived from beneath shyness of childhood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem