Poem: Birds of the Universe

Birds of the Universe

The rhythms of lifetimes
pull upon our karma
the way children do
at the playground,
and it is not yet
quite sunset…
go children, play a while longer
these hearts must grow stronger.

The vibration
that can’t be heard
runs electrical
lithe, potent and symmetrical
through all relationships
within our field
until we lay our lives down,
but that bed isn’t made yet,
and the ringing never stops.

The futility
of discarding our challenges
is like cutting down the tree of existence
with breath.
Why not climb instead friend?
Our spirits are, after all
the birds of the universe,
having landed upon the sweet, sweet
branch of Earth.

How many dances
are in each of us?
How many times
will we risk all for love?
How long will the rhythm
and vibration support
our wayward migration
into and out of form?

Build a nest
oh, bird of the universe
over and over again
for the season called existence
is neverending
and love awaits the patient.

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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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