The soul flight is high and never ends

The soul flight is weightless as a light

A tiny sparklet on the field in wind

A hidden path that no one had in sight

The flight of soul is everlasting moment.

A weightless, blowing wind across the field.

A tiny wheat spike shining in the dark and glowing,

A way, that is invisible, unseen.

the soul flight is everlasting high.

the soul flight is always bright and weightless.

a puff of wind, or just an ear of rye.

a way, that someone missed, his journey aimless