It is the moment of independence,
the winner of our fate,
tangling beneath the waters of confusion.
The force of the invisible becomes visible
as an outburst of freedom, the flying fish,
begins its quest toward realization.
From the deepest to heaven,
goes the flying fish as if it knew
where it all goes when it ends.
Gravity makes it fall into the same confusion
it once had risen from, trying to give it the right perspective,
the one where humility becomes the true ocean of bliss we all come from.