Heightened flight allows us to flit around and be non-committal, to continually assess a situation. Not to be taken from our own hearth in desperation, to be guided away at true love, or an attempt at true love. To be in their pockets and encompassed by their life, in all its nuances, sights and smells, within its diversity. We are led to believe there will be a relationship at distance before we arrive there content to know we have entered a new realm. There is where we want to be, but we hesitate to be non-committal. We have no real concept of it, the played ups and downs of the real, for which we will sacrifice here and now and replace with the turbulence we receive on our own terms, for the heightened flight suspends us in mid-air.
When there is a sharpness of stillness and all background noises pitter out, there is a time in time, a moment of clarity, that all is and will be well from where one sits. It is up to the heart whether one ventures out on a fling tonight, integrity won or lost. Your true love would deny you the opportunity, and well a one-night stand will only dampen the true excitement of real love and can never make a dream couple. To defragment the slither of hope of just one night alone again when being out would be a fitting thrill. One must take a lot more credence in hope that the path we follow will lead to a neighbourhood of us and those we dearly love.
The sky’s open to a tumultuous crescendo of light on a rainy day and there is the heavenly father up high on his mantle. We dig deep for guiding words through prayer and then suddenly, we are given this golden and effluent opportunity to summons ourselves by his grace. Lifted out of the quagmire or not, we will surely be righteous as a result. “Righteousness, that is exactly, what I did not fall out of bed with this morning!” To rise and be risen. To give and be forgiven. To leave all behind and flow. Flowing we find a vision of the woman or man of our dreams.
We are equal to God today, we have felt and feel so much communal suffering. We are fallen from grace, to divulge from hate and the predator, into beings of luminosity. We are one. And there she is our vision of a Queen, our Queen. We must remember to make merriment from her fall from grace and we catch her in our arms. Our flight is over, and we were right to be a stoic and follow the path we were given. For it could be all pre-ordained. Our loves of past, our deep-rooted hates, our fate, our challenges and our denomination. We are here to give and receive, and our only vanquishing dream is that we did not get there correctly, Jesus did not guide us as we planned. Then look at yourself, you have no faith, and without faith, there is no right or wrong, it was just knowing the flight would stop, once we had arrived.