You have to be grounded to fly
As kites well show—
Resistance from their strings
giving the wind the force
to push them high
Which if released would let them fall
slicing tip-wise
through the layers of air
You have to be grounded to fly
As birds well know—
as they push off against the gravity
that holds the air that cushions them
Through which they carve their flight
with sharply honed intention
and the slipstream of their glide
You have to be grounded to fly
As planets go
through space,
their molten centers coalescing force
The silent concentration of their cores
connecting them in orbit to their stars
And so it is with us
Within our deeply grounded center
is born the power that sends us forth
on arcs of soaring splendor.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 19, 2012