I’m flying,
flying over mountains high,
elevated, so high into the skies,
that my soul begins to cry.
Cry over pain, no.
Cry for freedom, yes.
To believe that life from above
confronts and dispels wickedness.
Blessed by the “All”
to love and forgive all,
whose mental’s are blocked.
Blocked by mental walls
to perceive life at a higher level,
and objectively view all God’s seasons-
with no hate for cold,
with no fear of heat.
Two extremities of the same degree.
Appreciate what’s here,
while it’s here,
and thank “Him” for you and me.

I’m flying, flying over Mountain’s high,
where there’s no existence of hate, deception, or lies.
I’m engaged in a state of serenity,
coasting like waves,
shinning as rays,
which embellish my superconscious.
So let’s take the old and rekindle it with the present,
to foster a new way of living.
A new spirit for giving –
relax your mood and listen.
That’s the sound of flying over Mountain’s high.

Kimatni D. Rawlins