Soaring like the Birds

January 11, 2011
The nimble little blue bird is telling me
to forgive and forget my worries.

To be agile, and ascend into the aura
of the baby blue.

I listen to his advice and take a leap of faith
over the entire world.

My bereaved eyes can see the clouds resembling a heaven
as I careen in the midst of the airy sky.

The bird has summoned me to see a new place,
to be aloft, while reconciling my complaints and troubles.





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