An Invisible Visitor
Invisible birds in human flesh,
walking around, talking.
Some people believe they don’t have wings,
others think theirs are broken.
The birds don’t feel trapped
‘cause they know the Purpose and they just act.
Flying inside, composing melodies,
signaling tirelessly through the song of eternity.
In moments of Epiphany
the material ear listens.
The third eye helps the other two,
and a flash of the Truth appears…