The high art of flying a kite

You need to run fast
And when I say fast
I mean real, real fast ,
As fast as you can ,
You need to let go
Of all thoughts,
Of weight ,
Yet stay firmly grounded,
A tree with strong roots ,
Its branches a bridge
Between the earth and the sky ,
You need to become ,
A trusting child of the winds ,
A fearless rider of storms ,
Then you need to give it
String, give it room enough
To soar high up into
The blue wide open ,
Home of all and nothing ,
Make it a messenger
Of your dreams ,
Your desires ,
Make it take them
High up above you
Until you are just a
Dinky dot in a vast landscape,
Desperately clinging to the
The umbilical chord that connects what
You are to what you could possibly be.

October 2005