Transcendent

The harsh world pushed me off my branch, forcing me to spread my wings. Serene weightlessness defined my motions. The three dimensions of sky liberated me. Looking down upon the world and its foolish ways, I knew that they would never see what open-mindedness was until they lost their imprisonment on earth. Our world is diverse, infinitely varied, yet united through interconnectedness, with no separate parts. Atrocious, hideous, in its very unblemished Life, which is so beautiful that flightless ones do not stand it without shielding themselves from its full effect. Those who fly have learned the truth. We feel life and forget about ourselves. A flightless one came to us once. She knew our message, our cry of hopelessness and pity for the ones who trapped themselves in imaginary division. "Love is attainable," said the flightless one, "I fly in dreams." We lifted her so the heavy numbness could slip off her soul. That naked soul flew with us in a form like our own, with wings and feathers. The newly-flighted one is our hope for ground-bound sad ones. Souls are alive under dead thoughts.