lonely bird

There I was in a field of flowers watching the life dance and live when I noticed a solitary bird a step behind always looking around. What’s up? was my first impression and then it hit me, he’s looking for a mate that must have gotten lost sometime back somehow, died, or captured, who knows? but there he was, carrying on the best he could, yet just knowing she was coming back any minute.

I watched him awhile, it’s not like he was detached or depressed, he just was in a watchful, perhaps hopeful mode while doing the things he had to do to live, eating, flying, being a member of the bigger flock, probably being a good citizen doing all the bird things expected of him, but just alone, it wasn’t sad, it was more, I hate big words but poignant comes to mind, though that denotes some sadness, it was not an indulgent sadness, it was deeper, truly telling, revealing something about how the universe is made, yin and yang or something. Evocative is a better word, but the blog is finished, so all I can do is edit it in right here, you see, I didn’t think of it before and I’m not going to rewrite it

Is there a lesson in any of this for all of us, is this where I bring it all home wrap it up with a big bow and present it as a life affirming message for all and any reader who happens by this blog page? No, nothing so dramatic, the bird was only there for a second and then he then flew off on a bird mission, and to be honest, he may have met back up with his mate and carried on. But I don’t get to know that, all I get is that moment, now a memory, how it affected me and now this blog as a testament to my experience that day.

It was a reminder that all we get are moments, sure within larger over arching themes of life, our individual life, but still just a moment, soak it in, live it, remember it, write about it, share it to cyber space, come back in some new moment read it and remember it all again, remember it all like it really happened, did it? Did I really see a lonely bird, any bird? No, but if I had would I have written something different? It’s sort of like you never step into the same river twice, it’s always moving on. Maybe it’s time I moved on, and let this swirling vortex of words and the feeling wrapped up in them dissipate and the energy contained, set it free, to fly, like the lonely bird, fly on to a new completeness of some kind.

Permanence is the illusion that gives the most comfort, the ultimate permanence I suppose is heaven