He who binds to himself a Joy
Doth the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.

[He Who Binds to Himself, by William Blake]


4 thoughts on “Unbound

  1. Amen.
    This poem captures (/releases!) the essence of a love-ing life.

    This has also reminded me of an intrepid (confused? lost?) little bat who was stuck in a deep human footprint out on the side-yard’s frozen snow one bright night. He was in too deep to jump, and it was too narrow to flap within. First, one clawed arm would appear atop the chasm, then the other. He’d almost haul himself out, then, boom –fell right back in. It’s a good thing I’m an impromptu (and willing) snow-print watcher, or he’d have had no one to pray him freed and airborne. Because it is sometimes literally, too, that the winged life is best; until then, he only reminded me of atheists.

  2. You’re a saint! 🙂 Honestly, I would have run for dear life at the first glimpse of the “one clawed arm”, let alone have the presence of mind to pray for that bat’s freedom. (but I pray for atheists, nearly every morning…)

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