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Father Eagle taught Son to fly, the Son was very frightened

Of falls and beats and to crash down and to singe his wings by Sun

He really cried and his heart sinks into his shoes

He looked ahead and was so feared of the unknown world

Father was wise and understood all doubts of his son

“Tell me, my Father, what I’ll do if I fall down of steep?”

“You must go up and try to fly thorough and thorough!”

“And if I’ll fall again of steep or break my wings or burn?”

“You’ll try to rise again and start exactly from beginning

Don’t get me wrong, all your descents are really no matter!

You must frighten to live in vain and when your soul is empty

The soul is dead, her way is vain, your spirit cannot fly

She’ll come on Earth, getting a chance; she’ll not have sense

or knowledge your life is vain, you’ve spent it close, you haven’t

known some glory nor touch the sun, nor touch the clouds nor run

on land barefoot you swim in life to the long way; you can try

space on taste.

Believe, my Son, entering a stream, you will not even feel the fate”.

And eaglet flapped his wing and shouted from skies: “Thank you!

My Father, thank you for your love, for wisdom, for your patience!

The wings are wonderful! I admire the boundless space of Light!

My Soul already has known flight, to seat in the nest is bored!”

And Father Eagle breathed all heart he found rest in the soul:

My lovely child got to know flight and I worked not in vain.

Not simply so we come on Earth,

And life has a hidden meaning.

Your soul can fly in the body shell

But do not lose a moment…

2017