Fly Like An Eagle

Gold cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 24 Apr 2022
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24 comments
 

Another Meditation:

 

 

I'm aware in realm of dreams

anything's possible: now deep

lucid connections with sky take

imagination where breathing

space is my own free will

transcending.

 

Flying independently, not

fraught with fear when

traveling to far off lands,

watching giant wings

appear,

 

soaring high eagle settles

on the breeze, I observe its

journey across mountain

peaks, with shrewd eyes

combing forest canopy,

 

freedom surging relaxed

state, till once more with

determined effort rhythm

of engaging beating wings

returns, then enduring energy

no longer leaves spirit weak.

 

I too feel that air carry me,

exploring high dangerous

ridges, hitching ride on ever

changing winds; if only in my

mind,

 

feeling time consume me, on

each breath the blood of life

flows through my veins, and

inner self is restored, clearing

way for fresh new dawns.

 

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Comments

Submitted by rjnewlyn on

This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please share/retweet if you like it. 

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you so much for pick of the day rjnewlyn, you've made this lady very happy. smiley Glad you enjoyed too.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Beautiful Jenny - and congratulations on the golden cherries!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for your kind words, they're much appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Congratulations, Jennifer.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks Frances, It's always a wonderful surprise to recieve cherries.

Jenny. smiley 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Another beautiful meditation, Jenny.

"....soaring high eagle settles...on the breeze..." Just lovely. Paul :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for letting me know you enjoyed this poem. It was a pleasure recieving your comment, which I'm always grateful for.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

So much freedom demonstrated here in your words Jenny. There is the part of us that gets old, tired and limited and then this side where anything is possible. 'Hitching a ride on ever changing winds', as long as we can do that, there's a reason to keep going.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm so glad you caught the freedom of this poem, it was what I was trying to convey. This body can't move the way it did when I was younger, but I hope my mind will continue to give me pleasure as you say. I give thanks for imagination everyday. 

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"eagle settles / on the breeze"

"freedom surging relaxed"

"ride on ever / changing winds"

you evoke peacefulness and power, space and immediacy

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Power over the mind does take a lot of control, but once you're there it's so liberating and is like an out of body experience. 

Thank you for taking the time to pick up on those lines, and for reading. It's always nice to hear from you.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by celticman on

each breath the blood of life. each words sings. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

with each breath I can feel myself rising higher and higher, the blood of life is like my wings taking me further and further.

Appreciate your kind words always, and thank you so much for reading. I like also that my words sing...that's very special. 

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Jenny,

A marvellous sense of freedom in this poem. I could imagine with you soaring so high.

hilarysmiley

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

it's great that you can imagine that sense of freedom, flying across the great expanse of sky. If we close our eyes it won't take long to reach the ocean, where in no time at all we'll cross and be surrounded by mountains, rivers and the odd secluded cabins, and wild flowers growing amongst the grassy hills.

I'm so glad I could take you with me.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Floating on the air (in imagination) and dreamily observing the countryside is ever a relaxing enjoyable state. And refreshing for facing the labour!

I love some verses in Isaiah, the prophet in the Bible: "Even youths grow tired and waery, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint." (40:30,31) Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

you're right that feeling of being one with the sky, wind, rain and being able to travel in the mind, is both spiritual and uplifting. I've found the deep breathing very beneficial too.

I love that piece you wrote from Isaiah, it sums up that strength of character, being able to heal the body through the mind, and concentrating on the breathing, letting it carry you.

Thank you for your insightful comment and for reading, much appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhymes And Reasons on

'Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong.' Lovely Poetry! heart

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

It's always so nice to get your comments  JP.BROWN..like a breath of fresh air.

Your understanding of this poem is also spot on, love certainly does lift us up where we belong. Many thanks for taking the time to read and share your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Love the air and flight in this, Jenny. One of those poems that carries you away for a bit and then puts you down gently.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm so glad you liked this poem. Thank you so much for your kind words,

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Here is a little poem for you Jenny it's by Tennyson,

The Eagle, He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Lord Tennyson

Imagine you could write like that! & Nolan

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

what an amazing poem Nolan. Lord Tennyson was a genius with words. Thank you for sharing his poem.

Jenny.