Flying Down Rising Up

Poetry for fall, feelings about flying, the dance of life, plus a flying squirrel and my dog in a pink scarf

Flying…it feels like it should be so natural, and I am flabbergasted I am in a body that doesn’t have wings in the physical sense.

Flying…I used to practice jumping off steps as a kid, hoping with enough practice I could do more and more until if I flapped hard enough with my arms…

So I became a figure skater. It was the closest I could come to flying.

I wrote a little bit about my skating - or rather some experiences I had while being a skater in this piece:

As an adult, dancing replaced skating as my “closest to flying” experience. Sure there is no glide, but if you run like a pegasus with your arms outstretched and then go whirling down the street without a care in the world, it comes dang close.

There was a time I stopped dancing, then started again, but without that complete free spirit that is what makes dancing the merging of heaven on earth for me.

I experienced online sexual harassment and for some reason it caused me to lose my confidence in my 3D world as well, even though I hadn’t experienced any overt issues there. Most people people of all ages, men and women alike were respectful, appreciative and often wholesomely delighted when I danced down the street.

I had simply stopped feeling at ease in the world, not only because of that, but because of how the world’s sensibilities had shifted and I felt where I could once easily be myself and find resonance, that was no longer the case among the general communities in which I used to have at least one leg.

After a stretch, I started to dance again, more hesitantly, though that I had before, when it felt that the world was my playground and everyone loved an uplifting unicorn. Go figure, as soon as I did, I then difficult things happened in my life, things I’ve shared a bit about on here, as well as others I have not, for different reasons.

This week, I came across something Lee Harris often says, but because of what I’ve been through this year, it hit home in a fresh, decisive way: Pretend you’re going to die tomorrow. How would you live, what would be important, who would you interact with, what would you want to experience, how and who would you show up for?

I decided to dance like I would if I knew it were my last on earth. I would be as closet to flying as I could. I wouldn’t give a rats ass what anyone thought though I would hope dearly that perhaps someone got some joy contagiously.

My free spirit is back in my body. I am flying in form. I also have been discovering a profound relationship with beauty and emptiness as I witness the glory of nature. Sometimes it becomes so beautiful, I can just sense the emptiness underneath, and it feels so full my heart expands!

The poem below is inspired by this experience, and the interesting flow of energies up and down, of incarnation and ascension that really the same Divine in expression. May we fly!

Gold-hued

Dancers

Tilt-flit

Flirt with the wind

Allowing themselves

To be felt

And swirled

Tumbling

Floating

Tilta-whirling

Nothing is Fumbled

As they Fall

Into Light

Into The Space

In Which They Are Danced

Their Way Down

Is Their Way Up

Light As Feathers

Holy As the Chlorophyl

Turning Light

Into Sugar

To Share with the Mycelium

Below

They are not Afraid of the High

Or the Low

The Sky

The Trees

The Leaves

So Exquisite

Awe the Pre requisite

For this Requiem

Let them Let them

Twirl and whirl

Slow Motion

E=motion

Beauty Empties Out

Into The Ineffable

Awe Dissolves

Into a Smile

Because only an Expanse

Of Absolute Pure Emptiness

Married to Love

Could Birth

Everything

I only Know this Yet

When This Beauty Collapses me

Into The Empty-All

That I Throw My Hands Into

Dance Into

Like the Leaf

Nothing Ends

Nothing Begins

From Nothing

New Things

Still Empty

Full of Joy

I Smile

I Dance

With the Sky

I am like the Leaf

I Turn Light

Into Body

Which Someday Will

Remember It is Whole With

The One Body

I am not a Commodity

Earth and Sky

Water

And Light

Til The Water and Light Disappear Beyond This Sphere

And the Earth Claims

My Body

I Am The Dancer

The Danced

The Dancing

Everyday

Little

Bit

By

Little

Bit

Untranced

We are Danced

And for the nerds, here is the update on the HIPAA thing I linked to last post. It’s data from October 2, 2024: