You can learn a lot from the things we choose to call "simple" beings!!!
The wind blows,
As it glides aimlessly,
The bird through the anxious sky,
I saw what it saw,
A wither man,
Slowly, yet gradually fading away,
From family and friends abandon,
Left with nothing but loss and memories,
Through it tears, he sees the bird,
Too weak to reach to touch,
He crumbles bread upon the ground,
To watch it feed like,
The lack of ease that feeds upon him,
In a funny way the bird gives hope,
For the desire to become one has become as strong,
As the nature that is blowing him away,
The bird has given comfort,
Up and up it goes,
Through the sky,
To the concrete jungle,
I saw what it saw,
A child happy within a concrete wilderness,
Surrounded by evil and death,
Yet this child still finds time to smiles,
As it defends, and hides,
From hands of strangers and the familar,
The child lives shunned,
And then comes the bird to shine the day,
The bird comes to play with child,
To help the child forget where,
The bird has given joy,
Again and again it goes,
To find rest, perhaps,
But just before that, the bird finds them,
In a bitter feud over who knows,
Verbal was becoming physical,
And then they saw the bird,
And realized something,
Love is as free as this bird,
Landing in between the fire,
Of our self-made discontent,
And yet all we see is flesh,
And not sense in ourselves,
There is more simplicity than complex,
In the world, always,
If the bird can see that within the sky,
Why can't we see that within ourselves?,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-10-08 at 07:38
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Bird
The wind blows,
As it glides aimlessly,
The bird through the anxious sky,
I saw what it saw,
A wither man,
Slowly, yet gradually fading away,
From family and friends abandon,
Left with nothing but loss and memories,
Through it tears, he sees the bird,
Too weak to reach to touch,
He crumbles bread upon the ground,
To watch it feed like,
The lack of ease that feeds upon him,
In a funny way the bird gives hope,
For the desire to become one has become as strong,
As the nature that is blowing him away,
The bird has given comfort,
Up and up it goes,
Through the sky,
To the concrete jungle,
I saw what it saw,
A child happy within a concrete wilderness,
Surrounded by evil and death,
Yet this child still finds time to smiles,
As it defends, and hides,
From hands of strangers and the familar,
The child lives shunned,
And then comes the bird to shine the day,
The bird comes to play with child,
To help the child forget where,
The bird has given joy,
Again and again it goes,
To find rest, perhaps,
But just before that, the bird finds them,
In a bitter feud over who knows,
Verbal was becoming physical,
And then they saw the bird,
And realized something,
Love is as free as this bird,
Landing in between the fire,
Of our self-made discontent,
And yet all we see is flesh,
And not sense in ourselves,
There is more simplicity than complex,
In the world, always,
If the bird can see that within the sky,
Why can't we see that within ourselves?,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 576 times
Written on 2006-10-08 at 07:38
Tags Bird
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