I Stood At The Edge Of The World,
Where The Wind Howls Without A
Name And The Sea Does Not Ask
Permission To Rise.
ABOVE ME — EAGLE.
Eyes Like Fire.
Wings That Split
The Silence.
He Sees Further Than
My Questions Can Reach.
BELOW ME — WHALE.
Ancient. Patient.
She Sings In A Voice
I Do Somehow Remember.
And There I Was
Between Them.
Flesh and Fear.
Will and Doubt.
I Had Come To Conquer..
Or So I Thought.
To Claim The Sky.
To Master The Tides.
But EAGLE Did Not Bow.
WHALE Did Not Move.
Instead, They Waited…
For Me To Stop Fighting
And Start Listening.
That’s When I Learned:
The Sky Is Not Won.
The Sea Is Not Owned.
They Are Only Walked With
When Your Soul Is Quiet
Enough To Follow.
So I Laid Down My Pride,
And Picked Up The Rhythm.
Not Of Conquest,
But Of Communion.
Now, I No Longer Seek
To Rise Above
Or Sink Below.
I Walk The Line Between..
Where Spirit Meets Salt,
Where Silence Becomes Song,
Where I Remember Who I Am.
*Author: Unknown *
( Art&Artist&Copyright: Unknown)
