Jonathan Livingston Seagull
“we ‘re not ready!” said Henry Calvin Gull. “We ‘re not welcome! We’re Outcast! We can’t force ourselves to go where we’re not welcome, can we ?”.
“We’re free to go where we wish and to be what we are”, Jonathan answered , and he lifted from the sand and turned east, toward the home ground of the Flock.
“Come along then.” said Jonathan. “Climb with me away from the
ground, and we’ll begin.”
“You don’t understand My wing. I can’t move my wing.”
“Maynard Gull, you have the freedom to be yourself, your true
self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way.It is the
Law of the Great Gull, the Law that Is.”
“Are you saying I can fly?”
“I say you are free.”
“Set aside,” came a voice from the multitude, “even if it be
the Law of the Flock?”
“The only true law is that which leads to freedom,” Jonathan
said. “There is no other.”
“How do you expect us to fly as you fly?” came another voice.
“You are special and gifted and divine, above other birds.”
“Poor Fletch. Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All
they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out
what you already know, and you’ll see the way to fly.”
No limits, Jonathan? he thought. Well, then, the time’s not
distant when I’m going to appear out of thin air on your beach,
and show you a thing or two about flying!
And though he tried to look properly severe for his students,
Fletcher Seagull suddenly saw them all as they really were, just
for a moment, and he more than liked, he loved what he saw. No
limits, Jonathan? he thought, and he smiled. His race to learn
had begun.
I loved Jonathan Livingston Seagull , since i readed this book, i think i was around 15. Made me a bit rebel more than i was maybe. I loved all these things i know human beings have the power to do. All these things human beings have the fear to do. Freedom, no limitations. Words forbidden to many people. I feel very sorry for this. Humanity is dying. Humanity becomes cruel under the everyday routine. Prison.
I can read this book again and again and again. You also can read it here :
http://www.oddvenue.com/cgi-bin/bookviewer1.pl?bookname=jonathon_livingston_seagull&page=0
BE
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it
While the sand
Would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
Kiss 
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or maybe few will understand. I will try only to translate some parts of the lyrics. 
