Long Beach, CA
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.
Holding on Tight!
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.
Indeed, aren’t we a bit like that? Delightful post and thank you.
Karen
Absolutely beautiful… your words… the imagery. Thank you for sharing! I adore kites, and this post. 🙂 Hugs, Gina
Thanks Gina! There is something magical about kite flying that brings forth our innate innocence ay? xx…..kai
What a wonderful way to communicate with the unseen… I adore things that I can feel, but not see. They are wonderful teachers and reminders for me of the deeper dives always available in the simple acts of living. -x.M
Yes! Simplicity…..ever the teacher of aaaah and awe….xx
the kite may look as though it wants to fly free … but oh how it prefers the dance!
Cha cha cha!