The Infinite

I am as a bird, soaring on the invisible, Transfixed between the earth and a thin veil of white. I am on the ceiling of my world, My heart free, but my mind yearning. Sun dapples earth in soft edges, green hues stretching far across the farm lands. I long to go higher, yearning to see the vastness that reaches out above me But no, my wings cannot take me that far, cannot rise that high into the invisible.  Perhaps someday, when the path is found, The infinite will expand before us, and our minds will be free.

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