The language of the birds


Heightened moments

I think we choose

Our own awareness

Closing our eyes

Turns up our soundtrack

Suddenly I recognize

The language of the birds

I begin to speak it

To respond to it

A gentle, sweet, savory aroma

Intertwines with my breath

Inhaled into my gateways

Curiosity aroused

Opening my eyes

I accept the richness in yellow

I feel so alive

My heart at peace

Having found solitude

Safety in being fully present

And fully me

Awareness of self

Just as I am

In this place.

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