Flight
By kvwriter
Flight I chanced upon a pair of wings, They came not from a bird. T'was not a sparrow gifted me; There was no song I heard. A plane flew by me overhead Into the space of air. T'was not a plane that gifted me; Steel wings I could not wear. Where did these wings of Flight come from, That bid my every deed? I did not care or fear that day; I did not want or need. In my mind these wings were formed. They carried me through the night. My imagination gifted me With wings that gave me Flight! By Kelly Varner Johnson a.k.a. kvwriterThrough biofeedback training, I learned that we can control our dreams. It's hard, but it can be done, and I've done it. In my dreams I really live, really fly, and it's as real to me as if I were in the "waking" reality. To me, my dreams are just another reality, a place where I can go and do as I wish, and it's an incredible experience. Kelly Written April 20th, 1996 © on Mar 15 2002 01:18 AM PST, Kelly Varner Johnson spiritual
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