Wings To The Firmament
Our first instinct is air
We are casualties of longing thereafter
Oscillating on currents
That paint us red
And conspire to wake our dormancy
Jostling and cajoling
Skyward blooms unfolding with majesty
All that holds us aloft
In a universe unremitting
We are want and unwitting
Wings to the firmament
© H. Hennenburg, 29 November 2019
For Bill and for bookmarks. 🛩️
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Riders of the Tempest: The Story of WE
by H. Hennenburg
There is no “I”. There is no “you.” There is only WE. “Reality is in the possibilities,” and Riders of the Tempest is a quest for the heart of what can be.
This collection of poems by H. Hennenburg tells the story of WE. Born from Supernova, we bear the imprint of the universe: the mandate to expand. Gripped by a deep yearning, we march into a tempest…a great storm…a war between our desire to expand as individuals and our desire to expand into the truth of our oneness. We believe we are mere “echoes to the sea and gathering storm,” but there is more to the universe than what we see. We are “more than the caged experience of sight.” Endowed with an infinite stream of choices, what happens in our story if we reach for more?
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Absolutely GLORIOUS.
To the skies, we raise our wings. For the colour red conspires and inspires. How freeing!
I love, love, love how the poem and the photo make such a wonderful use of red. The plane pops with such vibrancy, in the photo. And the coat of red spilled from longing are just as bright, taking emotions that my call for quiet… and turning them into song that grows into the heavens.