Every part of my body is becoming the sum of an orchestra,

All in harmony,

Each muscle,

Nerve,

Joint,

Piece…

Speak to each other.

They move in symphony.

I glide…

Slide on the floor…

Hands up…

Down…

Flying…

My body no longer is in the physical,

It is travelling the ethereal realm,

Floating…

What resides in the ethereal realm?

Ha! Magic! Joy! Flight!

Wings!

Oh yes, wings is the best word to describe,

I know what it feels like to be a butterfly, an owl, or humming bird…

To be their wings.

My body needs no instructions, or direction,

It knows on its own…

Doing what brings her pleasure,

The more I surrender…

The larger my wings are becoming,

I no longer whisper to my body,

It whispers to me!

Words from the heavens…

To every part of my being,

I surrender to the wings….