Air to Wing

air to wing, emptiness to form - one thing 

expressed in the flight of 

imagination,

and so, as well, my own inclusion.

~

it's not difficult to see - nature shows only cohesion, a birds wing is never questioned in flight, it's not foreign to air. It's the same with a tree, rooted deep in earth and reached to sky, yet at no point not belonging to and as the whole. Both bird and tree are objects in a sense, qualities unique to their present form - the same can be said for myself in observation. But can I find a line that breaks this into singular, individual existences? Is there a clear space of distinction between wing and air that demonstrates one is existing in a separate realm from the other? Finding don in my own observation, I must include myself as well within this seamless wonder. Indeed, from air, to wing, to me - it's all one thing. 

Peace,

Eric