Two things I ask of my God today. That my faith be hoisted high like a kite up in the sky and my fear be buried deeply like a carcass into the soil.

The moment when kite becomes free, it will fall down!

Like the kite that caught up to the sky,painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

Hold tight!” And �I did, gripping the string with all my might as the kite danced high up above, gleaming bright whiteagainst the blue sky, its ribbons sparkling in the sunlight as it flew, soaring...

…you think so logically…like a hawk soaring – I feel so chaotically…like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth…

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began-Jacala’s mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

A kite only flies if it’s tethered.