It is all right, little bird. I see you and I have given you leave. I have absolved your debt. You have poured out your heart and emptied it
of the ties that would bind, and the green tendrils from the Earth have
released their hold, snapping back to solidity, snapping back to the swelling
of growth. You owe no one anything now,
and no one owes you. Your Kingdom of
invisibility has been dearly bought and paid for in full. Your castle of air awaits.
Fly on your wings, then, your precious little wings. Go up to the sky where the Light lives, where
His radiant smile chases away even the tiniest corner of darkness, where no foe
can stand against His strength, and where you may at last breathe a sigh of relief
and let go of your fear. Then dance in
the clouds, floating downward on wind currents, bathing in the breath of the
Beginning, and then soaring back up again.
Up where you are free, where you belong now. Up where there is no Earth, and there is no
sorrow, and there is nothing to pull you back.
Your weight having been dispersed, the Law no longer applies to your
being, so there is none who can claim you.
There is none who can say, "You are mine and you
belong to me, because you are a part of me and you are the flesh of my
flesh." There is none who would
dare now to say, "I have made my claim of your heart. I place my stake in your flesh, and its roots
will grow a tree that will span all lifetimes into eternity." There is not one soul who might say of you,
"I know him. I remember him from
the beginning of time when our hearts were forged by the Holy smith." Thy will be done, then, you have no
ties. There is none who could pull you
back and none to whom you might return.
Freedom is the power to have nothing, the bravery to
unbecome.
