As a brotherhood and sisterhood, are we searching or are we already found? Cosmic birds within the vast sky of opportunity, walking and flying within the stars. The cosmos, we perceive in our sky, reflecting the glow of the eye, and the inner spark of a soul open to the true night sky.
Oh, cosmic bird,
All the while,
“Am I alone here or is another soul,
Secrets blowing through the wind,
yours, mine and those we thought,
would be left untold.
Grace caught up with me,
melting within me true wisdom,
though often misunderstood.
Visionaries on the path,
Pioneers of a new life,
not one that has passed.
To the East, South, West
All souls looking behind
never tasting this everlasting life.
Who will find me, in eternities embrace,
kissing the stars,
making love to the silence in a heart beat?
Then, is this taste of true freedom a song in our hearts?
As truth to the soul in love with a presence
is to the nesting bird on a spring day.
Often walking, no need for talking.
Speaker of truth, cannot always be heard.
A pure heart, unsuspecting mind
Believer in love, the unconditional kind,
Is so often needed.
Who will speak this language with me,
on this day
I ask, as the wind whispers in my ear,
Cosmic bird, you are free