Remember the thread

His heart leaped as his kite soared. Raag loved to see his kite fly high. And, he wondered what it must feel to dance in the winds.

"Oh, if only I were a kite," he sighed.

"But, kite you are," whispered the voice. "And fly like the kite, you must. Powered by the winds of your passion and desire."

Raag felt a rush of wind caress his cheeks. He closed his eyes and smelled the madness that the winds brought with them.

The voice continued.

"But remember too this thread, that ties you to the earth. For the moment this thread breaks, you shall be free and yet a slave. A slave of the winds you shall float for a while, till perhaps a lonesome tree shall catch the falling you. Stuck on that tree, you shall watch the winds go by. You shall dread the rains, yet want them too. For you shall know that when rains arrive, they purge the world. And, rains, they shall surely arrive."

Fly on Raag, but remember the thread.