As the pilot of the plane flies into a cloud I wonder what’s on the other side and have to trust in instruments that gauge where we are and going. The realize there’s a lot of faith in flying in an airplane and my fear is relied by knowing inside when it is time to go I’ll see if the sun still shines as the cloud dissipates and rain drops but I can’t see anything yet on the windows pane.
I'm trying to package all these enlightened thoughts of human consciousness. A soul is greater with one who relies on its mystery for wisdom. I have my own experience on an aeroplane. I took photos of a serpentine river as well as clouds whispering to me. It must have been the mighty Mississippi. It was the first time I traveled transcontinental with my late uncle. We arrived in San Francisco International Airport and after the vacation was over I was a bit melancholy. The rugged coastlines had their own shapes & volume. I do tend to get teary whenever I contemplate this beautiful memory cell. I miss so much of a past that has denied me true closure. All this deep, affecting poetry has my mind activated. I need to write down some lines however whimsical or sublime.
ahhhhhh john odonohue and ars. together. yes.
Spectacular. I will hang some of your words on my wall.
no words for this
Your writing is beautiful
From a grateful subscriber, this is perfect. After Life is a beautiful unforgettable film!
this is truly my favorite post you've made
‘i wonder whether the soul is simply our search for it.’ thank you.
As the pilot of the plane flies into a cloud I wonder what’s on the other side and have to trust in instruments that gauge where we are and going. The realize there’s a lot of faith in flying in an airplane and my fear is relied by knowing inside when it is time to go I’ll see if the sun still shines as the cloud dissipates and rain drops but I can’t see anything yet on the windows pane.
I like your post.
Plane Don't Let Me Down
I wrote this in Nashville back in '82 when flying was about the only thing that worried me. And "flight attendant" was still "stewardess."
I've been flying for years but I don't like it
When I board the plane I always sit right by the wing
When the stewardess comes around with the drinks I buy 'em
Get a little buzz and then I begin to sing
Oh plane don't let me down
Jets keep making that sound
Every mile means I've lived a little
longer.
I've been flying high too long
Time to get my big feet back on
the ground
Listen to me plane don't let me
down.
I've seen those facts and studied all those statistics
They say it's safer to fly than to walk across the street
But my stomach can't read and my body says it ain't natural
To relax in a chair at thirty nine thousand feet.
Oh plane don't let me down
Jets keep making that sound
Every mile means I've lived a little
longer.
I've been flying high too long
Time to get my big feet back on
the ground
Listen to me plane don't let me
down.
Yes I've been flying for years and I think it's marvelous, I haven't crashed. Yet.
But the very thought ices up my brain.
One of these days I'll call up my agent and say
Next time I go to Chicago. I'll take the train.
Oh plane don't let me down
Jets keep making that sound
Every mile means I've lived a little
longer.
I've been flying high too long
Time to get my big feet back on
the ground
Listen to me plane don't let me
down.
Oh please I want to make it plain
Don't let me down.
https://youtu.be/nLvp0hLY1Ac?si=U51buYZ1A62zlTjm
I'm trying to package all these enlightened thoughts of human consciousness. A soul is greater with one who relies on its mystery for wisdom. I have my own experience on an aeroplane. I took photos of a serpentine river as well as clouds whispering to me. It must have been the mighty Mississippi. It was the first time I traveled transcontinental with my late uncle. We arrived in San Francisco International Airport and after the vacation was over I was a bit melancholy. The rugged coastlines had their own shapes & volume. I do tend to get teary whenever I contemplate this beautiful memory cell. I miss so much of a past that has denied me true closure. All this deep, affecting poetry has my mind activated. I need to write down some lines however whimsical or sublime.
I feel a little bit better about being a person now.
Your photos are magical.
I witnessed the strangest flying object this early morning, late evening.
And no, it was not from way, outer space. It floated around the high rise buildings outside my deck.
It was an smallish object illuminated with red lights in the shape of a Christmas tree.
I watched it float by until it disappeared behind the building and didn't re-emerge--in utter disbelief.
Then, I remembered the time in which I live, one of drones.