I’ve been thinking about what it means to be light,
to feel weightless,
to float above the chaos and noise.
But I’m tied to this body, this mind,
this endless loop of thoughts and questions.
The world tells me I’m grounded,
but my soul stretches beyond the stars,
reaching for something—
a truth, a grace, a reason.
Do we ever stop reaching?
Or is that the beauty of it—
the never knowing, the endless becoming?
Oh, to fly,
unperturbed by what is coming.
About the Creator
Marvelous Michael
I’m so glad you are here!
“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Matthew 24:35 NKJV
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A soul-stirring piece of poetic art.
Oh, that would be interesting to float... To be weightless... But, as we do get tired from everything, even from the best of all... Maybe we start to hate our weightlessness and the infinite beauty of it too? 👀