“I dream of flying”

Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart.

Who looks outside dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” ~ Carl Jung

“I dream of flying”

But I am not a winged creature

Flight is not a human feature

Still I dream of flying

... flitting in the forest from tree to tree

… over limbs wrapped in crimson & gold

A most lovely sight … rare to behold

Seeing beauty from above

Catching eyes of those I love

I fly through rain … a bow to see

Wonder of wonders just for me ;~)

I catch the end of the rainbow

But find no pot of gold

A fairy tale we’re told ;~)

As I fly

There is “WONDER” … in every thing

Such “GLORY” makes me want to sing

Creation reveals a Mighty Power

Below … like a blanket are lush meadows of flowers

… the blossoms covered by bees … like poised prancers

… and grasses that moves in the wind … like dancers

In the distance the mountains stand guard

… wearing crowns of glistening white snow

… I glide down …

There is so much NOISE !!*!!

People rushing here & there

… some seem bent on purpose …

… others seem “wanderers in search of nothing" ~Tausif

I think their eyes are open …

… but I’m not sure they’re awake

Many people are hiding behind smiles

… but I’m not sure they’re happy

… Hardly anyone looks up …

I sit on a branch to watch children laughing & playing

They see me & giggle … their smiles ricocheting

There is JOY in this place … I wish I were staying

Now I feel like I’m hovering over the earth

In some places there is so much distress

Is that the earth I hear groaning?

I wish for a rain … that could wash away pain

When I fly nearer …

I sense great danger

My heart aches for the people below

Who haven’t learned to fly

I urge them … but they won’t even try

Their fears weigh them down

My tears mark that ground

Higher I fly … I am not held by the sky

There I see souls … that are shaped like ships

… they are floating on air ... carrying precious cargo

…there are no windows but … I sense much love inside

… some ships are surrounded by schools of fish ;~)

… around those is an aura of awe and PEACE

I dream of flying

I wake too soon … goodnight moon

In the quiet … birds begin their morning songs

It is the moment between dusk & dawn

… I look up … through the window

The sky is filled with clouds … yet they perfectly frame the moon

… the moon is the pupil inside a Divine eye

I hold my breath in awe

I am convinced

God is watching us

 

 

I have a Friend who fly’s with me

But He’s a Spirit … you can’t see

He made the sun & moon & stars

He is near … though He seems so far

 

Our dreams reflect a thought machine

What thoughts from flying might you glean?

 

This poem is dedicated to 3 beautiful bees that always inspire with their words:
 

@FatimaWilliams for her “Flying without Wings”

https://www.bebee.com/producer/@fatima-williams/flying-without-wings

@TausifMundrawala for his “Thorns”

https://www.bebee.com/producer/@tausif-mundrawala/thorns-strewn-road-ahead#c6

@AliAnani for “Choices of no return”

https://www.bebee.com/producer/@ali-anani/choices-of-no-return-point#c89

November 12th 2019

I write: “In His Light”~ Fay Vietmeier
 

If my words make you think … Great ;~)

As “iron-sharpens-iron” … I enjoy brushing antenna’s with other BEES … feedback is as “honey”

A glimpse of the “Bee” called “me” ;~)

My curious nature makes me a “queen of questions” … but gifted with the ability to listen ;~) I'm a woman of deep faith, a blessed mother, a voracious reader, a blossoming writer, a grateful person, and a lover of beauty … I treasure family, true friendships and my loyal clients ... enjoy traveling, learning, good movies, good wine and golf. I’m a heart-to-heart communicator.

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