Fueled Intentions

“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.” William Blake

Set for your sights

Focus – to where do you look? That’s the hook that pulls you forward – over your shoulder to the reapers of the grim past, to your neighbour that has the better grass? Or all around you in the world you inhabit, in this imperfectly perfect planet?

Oh, did you think there wasn’t a tick to every tock that takes you from here to there? Did you think that you really just don’t care? Well maybe it’s hidden under all the thoughts that were given to you while you slept, while you crept from out of a place that you have never seen, that you don’t even know you have been to.

A scatter brain that pains still driven by its own quest just knows less of it than an eagle that soars with an object in sight, directly and smoothly with perfection in flight as it gracefully glides while surveying the land in a grand sweep to what it picks without discreet. Feet that step with intent steep with a flow driven from more than you know in your little head that just wants a scrap of bread to sustain the grind of day to day in anyway that it can find, less than a kind that was truly plucked from a must, but more of a fleeting, tweeting cry for something to fulfil in every will through distaste. Through panic and haste.

Stop.

Know.

Where it is you are willed to go.

Not tomorrow, not where you could have been, but right now, next step into this day, this way, this moment, this second, this spark of life that has been ignited in you.

And gracefully glide along with lifes every sensation – it’s smells, tastes and sights as you enjoy the ride to your destination.