Let me fly away and soar
with the sensation and awareness
of air lifting me under my wings.
I need to run away aimlessly, sometimes;
and, experience every joy and dismay
in discovering rocks and smooth sands
beneath me as I move over and around them,
searching for the place to emerge into my own ocean.

For, I look towards the truth 
where there is depth. Discovering, 
more, the things I can't see, 
are proving to be more real than me. 
Such, is that my spirit is me; 
and, so, I am not that which I can see.