I WRITE OF THAT JOURNEY-- Mira
I WRITE OF THAT JOURNEY I remember how my mother would hold me. I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep. I understand now what was happening. Love so strong a force it broke the cage, and she disappeared from everything for a blessed moment. All actions have evolved from the taste of flight; the hope of freedom moves our cells and limbs. Unable to live on the earth, Mira ventured out alone in the sky -- I write of that journey of becoming as free as God. Don't forget love; it will... Sign in to see full entry.