The language of the birds
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
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.
