To fly, to be alive – 

It takes the work of all of the creation,

Yet always needs the work of inward looking “I”.

It takes the work of all your incarnations, 

Before you gain the inner sight;

It takes you loosing what you’ve known as “Self” and “Mine”,

It takes a death to be alive.

It takes the shedding of your seven upper skins,

Before your wings spread wide and high. 

It takes eternity. And yet –

It takes a single blink of a serenely conscious eye.