(Video link here.) “Something opens our wings”, wrote Rumi, the perfect words for this lovely video that took us soaring with joy through the Azores, France, Brazil…
Flying like a bird is a dream. There is no engine, no noise, only you and a wing. You can climb and stay in the air for hours with no other power than the wind on ridge soaring or thermals.
Not finding the perfect poem, we forged a haiku from Basho and Shiki:
Journey´s end –
corners of this
floating world, swept.