"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Sunday, June 20, 2010

I am born Sunday Scribblings Birth #220

As I fly through the open field

My feathers disintegrate

Turning to ash

I perch myself on a wire

Trying to regain my composure

I look out at the apocalyptic land

How did it come to this?

I attempt to take off

Only to find I can no longer fly

I have grown limbs . . .

So I must walk
Posted by flaubert at 10:23 AM

2 comments:

  1. Understanding AliceJune 20, 2010 at 2:08 PM

    hm a new way of living born? I liked this.

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  2. Old EggJune 23, 2010 at 1:36 AM

    Well that's incarnation for you, who knows what you are going to be when it happens. Mind you it must be a real bummer having to walk after having flown!

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