Gone.

It flew away,
the last remnant of a dry summer day,
last of the last,
without a cast,

It blew away,
burning its wings in lands of heavy clay,
in its last blast,
without a fast,

Now far away,
dancing in the ink of the sky, gleefully grey,
climbing at last,
without a past.

'En route mauvaise troupe!'

Translating to 'On the way bad battalion!': This was the great rallying call from a father to all his troublesome children before opening the door to take them somewhere, anywhere, everyday...

Now, what a fantastic way to prepare a child to face the great outdoors.
It is not filling their little minds blissfully into believing of their amazing abilities that are going to dazzle everyone.

It is just purely acknowledging from their starting block of life that if they are bad, whatever they do, in battles they would engage in later, that they should contemplate failure as well as success.
The father knows all about his own flock having made them...Well all but one.

But hey, is it to be considered failure to take on board another man's child with awareness of it or not?
From his own recognised mistakes, his own acknowledgement of himself, his own stock, that father recognised that he has not got picture perfect children.

He sent his flock away to fight their way with little preparation but self knowledge of their own limitations!
His little brood of bad stock walking their own paths are doing well.
They all know that they are eventually doomed, for perfection is just an idea that cannot be reached.
None of them had tried perfectly content to watch others fail.
Preserving their energies on what they can reach and achieve without the strain of unattainable dreams.
That's grounding!

'I have landed!'

Flying my black dragon landed me into blog-land. From the deepness of my hollow heart I will share my windy words. Like everything ephemeral they are just venting a moment. If they do not raise your nose, lacking smell, they may make you raise your brows. You are guaranteed my complete apathy upon the matter as I dwell in 'No Man's land' where my mind is lost to the real world and creates endlessly a fantastic one instead.

However the past get my first blast as my title is a bow to Grandpa' Joe. Anyone who knows knows, anyone who doesn't, I am not inclined to light your internal fire. The learning quest has to be born from your own self.