Jonathan Livingston Seagull

The Flight

Among the other feathered wings still unruffled Jonathan soared and dove. What can I really teach this one so young?

Can I lend him my thoughts, my insights with the emptying of my mind? Would I let him into my world

or words that seem all to be meaningless.

So I watched as he does what he loved

and still loves doing so much, him knowing not

what and how much this world has to offer.

He ran around chasing the arcing and flying sphere.

I sit still, yet, all the while

I am just beside him: move for move, spike , lift, volley and dive.

How he went rocketing to the unattainable limit

he imposed for himself.

He fought and conquered the impossible net 

that thwart all that come so close

How long can I retain this image in the memory of my eyes

this vision of blue and white

blurred by this fast paced life?

In my heart I, now, have this photograph

Engraved forever

Univ. of Baguio 5:00 pm - 8:00pm

Rumours 10:00 pm

Amistad 9:00 am

May 12 - 13, 2008

Bienne d’Assousy