In swirls of currents, the kite glides
It never goes adrift, in the turbulence
Even as it soars to the skies
Its tether tugs at the earth-
The bird’s eye view of the terra firma
To see everything shrink in size
When you rise above your own plane
What embodies this earth,
The mountains, the rivers, the living
They merge to diffuse into the ether-
In that ascent, is an awakening
Of the ethereal, the ephemeral of nature
That has to go through the earth
It has to bind before it breaks free
Just like the kite,
With its unblinking focus
to swoop down, to live its life, to fulfil,
before it takes to the realmin the skies,
to become a speck of being
And, then the vastness itself!
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