Bird tale:
Chasing beauty
Unfolding energy
My way need not
be your way.
Bird tale:
What's unseemly
maybe self-centred,
No explanation, no definition
Beauty of Is.
Bird tale:
Moment, moments
let go, dance again
in melody of heart-beats.
Bird tale:
My playground
Breath, light and sound
play to tune.
Bird tale:
I sought, and caught
in falling light
as heart nursed a sun light.
Bird tale:
Splendour of beauty
energises, expands,
of balance
of opposites.