What The Wings Know

It is true that all brains may not have wings.
They must be earned,
wrested from the golden backs of gods,
tracked down at the apex of the cortex.

It is true that all hearts may not have wings.
They must be accepted when freely given,
purchased from the angels with the currency of
mortal knowledge,
found in the splendid tones of the everlasting
symphony at the center of the universe.

What do wings know, anyways?
Shamanic flight?
The heights?
The beyond?
Do they know the inner workings of the
"flap"?
I would say yes to all of the above, but
I would also say they are at a loss without
good brains and hearts.
They need noble landing pads.

Is has been said, in hushed tones throughout
history, that the alchemical synergy that exists
between brain, heart, and divine wings is profound.
When feathers touch neurotransmitters,
and the heart starts to flap,
a new world emerges from the ashes of the old.
A new world, butterfly-like, comes out of a
dark chrysalis in time.

It is true that all brain-wings and heart-wings
bathe in the Ocean of Wisdom.
What the wings know in this water is freedom incarnate.