I fly quicker
atop cold currents
loving blend of my heat
in chilled wind
Warmer drafts
slow me I drift
lazily languorous
Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: The Flying Mystics
She rides her neon scooter
on warm nights
a music-box
plays hand-spun tunes
small mallets
tickle her pinks
where fancies blur
in time-lapse
© Chagall, 2013
Midnight
it’s time to leave
the Lama said just jump
shift gravity rings, float away
find peace
weightless
know your own insignificance
that’s the secret of flight
Nagarjuna
taught us
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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