Whatever tomorrow brings…

What will it bring? How can you guess what lies on the other bank of the river, what rests on the other end of the rope you walk on? Do the birds know where they will land, once they take flight? When you set foot on the road, you may end up on a place your mind never expected to reach. Your feet have free will, just like the birds' wings. They choose the path they tread, not yourself. Unless there is something, somewhere, choosing for them as well – but how can we guess it? Is there something larger, something higher, that sets up the path for you? Rough tracks, straight highroads, sunny patches, cloudy skies. The weather is always changing, your mind is everfree. There are no cages which can contain it, for its wings are free and alive. Nothing can change that. That is the only certainty for tomorrow, your mind's freedom. Your body may be locked on a bottomless pit, your eyes may be seared blind by the fires of darkness – yet your spirit is free. Light-borne wings.