Unbidden Night Flight March 9, 2013Posted by nrhatch in Poetry, Spirit & Ego, Synchronicity & Mystery, Word Play.
Tags: Balloon, Mindfulness, Mystery, Poetry, Spirit, Word Play
One night, I drifted
On the canyon rim of consciousness
Ready to tumble into the abyss
A bouquet of balloons floated into view
Unbidden by me
I watched them drift, in concert
Tethered together with tenuous strings
Eyes closed to dark night
I admired their buoyant flight
Fueled by an inner light
Someone else pushed the pin
It wasn’t me
Aah . . . that’s better!