"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


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

  2. 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!