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  • Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
    As the swift seasons roll!
    Leave thy low-vaulted past!
    Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
    Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
    Till thou at length art free,
    Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

    Oliver Wendell Holmes

    You are free to fly.
    Nothing can stop you now,
    not trees, not wind, not clouds.

    You are free to soar.
    You have earned your wings.
    You have earned the sky.

    You are free to rise
    into your wildest dreams
    no more horizons !

    You are free to float
    out of dark night
    into the rainbow day.

    You are Eagle now
    You can see out to forever
    You can leave the past.

    You are child of the Sun,
    at home in the Star Fields.
    The Galactic Bandit.

    You have ascended
    into your own pure being.
    You are free now! Go!

    (Digital painting from my iPhone, by Alex)
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