Me & The Bird

The difference between me and the bird…
…the bird remembers who She is.

She knows that she is the Sky.
Her black feathers,
simply an illusion to the reality of the spirit inside.

Her wings, the miracle manifestation
that allow Her to fly.
To ride and experience the current of her own winds.

I,
I have forgotten who I am.
Forgotten that I, too,
am here to fly
and feel the ground that made me.
I have bought into the illusion of my human form,
confusing I for it.
And so, my spirit is trapped in my own shadows.
Instead of surrendering to the breeze,
allowing it to carry me,
I steer myself with fear.

Trust.
Trust, the bird tells me.
Trust in the Breath and the tellings of your heart.

Remember.
Remember, She whispers to me softly.
Remember who you are.

We.
You and I, are the sky.
We are the moon, the stars, the sun,
the earth below and the heavens above.

We.
We, in our remembrance,
are as free as the birds of the Sky.