the birds, they flew right overhead
once too often till I became afraid
if thousand words lay beneath an image
if those were signs, what is His message?
………………………………………………………………………………………………
(the morning I decided:
cont'd from entry in “the alchemist” on 30 March 07)
They were signs, my heart said to me.
I was afraid…
If they were truly signs…
That they would mean something…
Something I couldn’t understand…
Something I couldn’t even begin to believe…
As I stood under the pouring water, I began to realise a new possibility.
A new meaning. A hidden message.
Something that I wasn’t afraid of.
The birds…
They reminded me of my past…
They represented hope…
Hope to fly and help others fly…
Hope to inspire…
Hope to add colours…
The feeling of lightness in dreams…
The birds…
They reminded me that I have been missing a part of myself
When I tucked my wings…
When I lost the ability to trust…
When I was blind to the colours of my own day…
When heaviness pulled and overwhelmed me…
As I let the water stream down my face,
I believed right then I had found my answer.
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