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You Make My Heart Soar

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You my friend are a true pilot of the sky
Your video made my heart soar
Have I flown?
Like this?
This is a truly amazing video
You amaze and inspire
Today I road in the mountains
4,000 feet high
Feet higher than the clouds
You flew
Without fear
With smoke
Like an eagle
Thank you
For the inspiration


~ Drew

Very nice Mr Voight
Both the flying and the filming. And also the sound track.

Dan Moser
Stupendous!! Looked like you were having a BLAST !! .. but unfortunately, you just lost your non-smoker discount.

absolutly great …. the music, the light and the super smooth flight making a wonderful mood



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Don’t listen to anything I say.
I must enter the center of the fire.

Fire is my child, but I must be consumed
and become fire.

Why is there crackling and smoke?
Because the firewood and the flames
are talking to each other.

You are too dense. Go away.

You are too wavering.
I have solid form.

In the darkness those friends keep arguing.
Like a wanderer with no face.

Like the most powerful bird in existence
sitting on its perch, refusing to move.

~ Rumi



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“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”

~ Rumi


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You Make My Heart Soar


A thousand times beloved,
You of my tribe,
You of my soul,
You fill me to the brim, you make my heart soar.

As I look out to the white blanket shrouding the city,
Tears come, overwhelming beauty.

Thoughts flutter like snowflakes,
As I catch them on my tongue, try to give them a voice,
They melt away, they disappear.

This man is blessed,
This man, overflowing, breaking apart,
Letting the light pour in, letting the light pour out,
The boundary blurs between in and out…

I cherish this fire in my belly, in my chest,
The fire that will not die out anymore,
Because it has always been there.

And the material world still turns,
Time passes, kids laugh and cry,
And a caught thought lingers:
How do I learn to live in the world,
Now that love came and made me a mystic?

Love, love, love!

~ Rumi


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