Being birdlike

The bird flies up.Sweeping through the air-sky,unconsciously borne by aerodynamiclaws he hasn't learned;balancing airsweep and airlight featherseffortlessly,the nonchalant master of space,using earth's resources of endless movementas if they were turned on just for him.

Like the bird,we can becontrolledfree—inspired.

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