My Higher Self Basking in the August Morning Sun

A poem about the invisible becoming visible

Photo by Walter M, Matthews IV

I try to see my self in an outer body experience

My body and mind can’t

Hold my imagination

My thoughts have no
No border or boundary

It’s free, Much freer

Than me
A being elevated is what
I see
The Wright Bros
Had a vision
So did Nicola Tesla
and Hedy Lamar
They saw something

Far beyond what others
Could see
Limitless possibilities

All around us
New frequencies
Their ideas became Reality
How I see myself has to

Line up with my actions
Calling those things that be not as if they were
So what do I see when I see myself perched on High
When dawn breaks?

With each time that the Sun rises
I have another chance
To believe that my dreams and reality
Will be in alignment

Like the wind and a bird’s wings.

My wings.