Who do not recognize their own wings
Stuck wandering the material world
Unaware that within us
Lies the capacity to fly
To soar above the confusion and nearsightedness
Which define life on the ground
We instead sully our wings
With attachment to earthly things
With criticism and hopelessness
Guilt, fear and blame
We busy ourselves in the lives of others
As a way of distracting ourselves
From what we think we lack
From what we believe we are incapable of doing
As a way of distracting ourselves
From the vast, impenetrable distance
Which we perceive between us and His light
But this distance we perceive
Is our greatest vain imagining
Our ego's strongest battalion
For it keeps us blind to the gifts
Which are latent within us
Gifts which have graciously and generously
Been bestowed upon us
Blind to our creativity, to our strengths
To our own inner nobility, our connection to God
Our wings
Our purpose on this earth
Is to break free of the shackles of self
Which hold us down and deceive us
To embrace the possibility
That we can do things which we do not feel capable of doing
For only when we embrace this truth
The truth that we are inherently noble and celestial
That our hearts were created
To soar in the heaven of remembrance of Him
Guided only by the breezes of His Will
And the Day Star of His love
Will we truly embrace His Light within us
And learn to fly
"Say: Deliver your souls, O people, from the bondage of self, and purify them from all attachment to anything besides Me. Remembrance of Me cleanseth all things from defilement, could ye but perceive it." - Baha'u'llah
