A poem on OBE

Often time my soul takes flight
Like a ray of cosmic light
More rapid than the speed of sound
On wings of thought I leap and bound
Through the long winter night
Like a wayward bird to alite
On your snowy window-sill
To watch in silence as you write
And to wonder at your feathered quill.

And I hear the swishing of your pen
Like the whispering of wind
The ticking of a meter
The clicking of a heater
And in time
The silence of your mind
The beating of your heart
Another form of art.

You hear
The swish of wings in the night
The sound of owls taking flight
Echoes of childish laughter trailing
behind like vapors of light...


Eagel is symbolic of the mind. Sometimes the mind soars. Sometimes it crashes.