Flying High Poem by sookdeo manansingh manansingh

I cannot tell whether it's an aeroplane
a bird or a kite
I have to walk by faith
and not by sight
to imagine the invisible clouds
under the sky
with patience and humility
I will appreciate and live
until I die

I can listen to the sounds
on the ground that tells me where to go
like the silent bubbles in the stream
towards the shore they flow
the armour of intelligence
be my shield against all obstacles
on my path
though I may stumble and fall
I will renew the spirit
and plough into my heart

like the tortoise to withdraw
into the silence of the inner world
to see the light
a world that exists in the frame of my mind
and gives me the opportunity
to reach what I want to foresight
I am not afraid of the illusion
and darkness that I face
from time to time again
there are so many pathways
to choose from whom I do not have
to endure anymore
suffering and pain

how fortunate I am to receive assistance
and to learn from a drone
though everyone shall forsake me
whom I know
I have the courage to make it alone
somewhere into the future
I will find a way
to have wings and learn to fly
the planets from heaven
will come down to earth
to build my confidence
once I constantly seek
the answer to know why.