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At the furthest tip of the tallest branch of a great tree.
Find yourself there,
In a place you can only reach,
With the wildest parts of your imagination.
Allow yourself to be light enough to balance there.
Lighter even than a bird.
Feel the bounciness of the branch.
Feel the force of the rising sap that brings energy and life.
All the way from the dark earth,
Up to this reaching branch.
Notice the buds at the tip of each branch.
Notice their greenness.
Notice how at this tipping point of the year,
With the dark winter behind and the brightness of spring ahead.
These buds and all that lives,
Strained towards the light.
Something in all of us,
Leans towards opening.
All around,
There are shoots ready to burst through the surface of the earth.
And petals ready to open to the sky,
No matter how delicate they are.
They are reconstructed from the soft,
Upper branches.
And from this improbable vantage point at the top of this tall tall tree.
Let yourself become aware.
That the sun is rising.
That you are facing a gentle spring dawn.
That the whole landscape of your being is about to be flooded with life and light.
And that the changes it will make in you are limited only by your own imagination.
Feel the sensations of a rising sun.
Peaking above the horizon.
Inside the space of your heart.
Let the space in your own chest be filled with that huge light.
Let the expansion of this sunrise make a home for itself in your own chest.
Let this physical space become a container of light.
And of this particular light.
This fresh new sparkling springtime light.
That is brave and curious and explorative and occasionally uncertain.
Getting to know this space.
Where you might allow wings to grow.
Grow the wings behind you as big and outlandish as you wish them to be.
Make them feathered or furry or petaled.
Make them as extravagant as you wish.
Grow them big enough and bold enough.
To make any childlike wishes you feel forming come true.
Grow them wildly enough.
That they will teach you how to fly.
That they will teach you how to take off from these gentle beginnings of spring.
And fly anywhere they want to take you.
Know what it feels like to be a winged creature.
Who has the whole expanse of sky as its home.
Be a creature that knows no limits.
Be a creature that feels the pull of the rising dawn and follows it.
Be a creature that knows no limits.
Be a creature that knows no limits.
Be a creature that knows no limits.
