Kite flying – colors dip and dance against the blue sky.
Pearls of light sparkle on water.
The flyer takes a stance against the wind
Clutching lines taut to keep the kite aloft.
And aren’t we a bit like that… holding back,
Checking ourselves against the winds of surrender.
Until letting go, when it no longer matters
If we crash and burn or soar into the Infinite Unknown.