Bird for 7 Minutes
Bird. I am the bird in the sky flying high. My name is Joe, I am the crow to whom I say hello. Only with flow, I am the mountain river which provides rejuvenating shivers. I am the beaver building early in the morning. The wind provides loft to the wings as I dance and sing to the ancient rhythm which is all or our own birthright. I can feel it in my heartbeat, my footsteps and my breath. The cycles of moon and earth and sun. The pulsation of flowers opening to receive morning dew drops. The fluidity of the tectonic plates creating new land. Of supernovas and distant galaxies. I see the wisdom of my cousins, the birds. They know what’s going on from their perspective atop the trees. Oh the trees swaying in the wind. Can you hear the whispers? To stand still.