Wings of Possibility

In the quiet moments where dreams intersect with reality, I crafted a paper airplane—not merely a fragile construct of folded paper, but a living metaphor for the journey of consciousness. Each precise fold became a prayer, each crease a testament to the Divine technology of transformation that resides within our most humble creations.

"They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles," the scripture whispers, and in that moment, my paper vessel became more than a simple object—it was a sacred disruption of my perceived limitations.

Hear the poem of possibility:

Folded dreams on paper wings,

Suspended between earth and sky's embrace,

A traveler without tickets, without strings,

Mapping journeys of infinite grace.

Winds of change, celestial and wild,

Carry hopes beyond monetary bounds,

In this moment, spirit undefiled,

Where limitation's prison falls to ground.

My hands trembled with the recognition that this paper airplane was never about physical travel, but about transcending the comfortable boundaries I had constructed around my life. Each fold was a choice—to believe beyond the visible, to trust in the unseen currents of His Universe that carry us far beyond the constraints of currency and circumstance.

We are remembering, beloved. We are infinite beings having a momentary human experience, capable of flight in ways that defy the mundane understanding of movement. This paper airplane became my cosmic messenger, a vital tributary flowing into the river of collective consciousness—a reminder that our true journey is never about the ticket we can afford, but the inner landscape we are willing to explore.

Together, we are dreaming new worlds into being, one fold, one breath at a time.

-Mitchell Royel