When you stress the line that holds you down, pull on the Chakri so that you can fly some more, I guess it is time to set you free.
When you fly high, you see more of the universe of which I am but a part. Down on land, closer to me, I fill your world, take too much space. Up high in the sky, far away from me, you have a better perspective of where I stand, vis-à-vis the whole wide world. It is exhilarating to set you in flight. The struggle to lend wings to your flight, fight notoriously shy winds of desire and set you high, makes me feel young and alive again. You bring to life the child in me.
Now that you are but a distant speck, a tension on the line, the force that pulls the Chakri that I struggle to hold on to, I do not feel all that young anymore. The power of your bright beautiful wonderful flight strains my hands, twangs the twines of life connecting us. You are now too far up in the sky for me to see, I think It is time to set you free.
Free to drift with the crazy winds of life, add to the street fights of urchins who will run behind, fall in the hands of someone who would love you just as much, if not a little more. It is time to set you free from these lines that hold you down, time for you to see less of me.
Someday when the sun is up again, and I have had the courage to look up at the skies, I hope I would see you flying again, lending wings to another’s dream, fueling fires of love and desires, and flying happy flying high.
With prayers of a vibrant tomorrow, here, I set you free.
The Chakri spins at a crazy speed, the line runs out absolutely free, my old hands grow hot in the whirr of the moment, fueling your flight… and then all is silent, and you are free. My Chakri now spins no more and I walk back into my silent life. It will be some time before I have the heart to look back into the sunny skies.
Have a safe flight.