With the sky - and from this grace of wings and air there is flight. Even from the ground, I know that I too, am part of this expression. Joined in the holiness common to our moment shared. Nothing separates the bird in flight from my gaze and we both extend further in our touch against the sky. And now, with my own feet given to the ground - there is grace in steps, breath and the flight that continues on above.
Peace,
Eric
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