Monday, November 05, 2007

The Narratives* | 1

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She was a very young bird… she didn’t sprout her wings yet…

She was found by them…

Fate…

They loved her… nurtured her…

As the bird started to grow up… they watched her wings grow stronger… they allowed her to fly around their space…

And the bird got stronger…

Something was missing…

Then the inevitable day came… she asked them to fly in the outer space…

They couldn’t let go… so they made her promise to come back…

[I promise….]

She went out the opened crack leading her to the wonder-sky…

Freedom… the heights… the diminished earth… love… new self…

High… hypnotized… united with her inner true nature… one pulse…

ONE…

The promised date came… and she had to go back to them…

They were happy…

She told them about the wonders out… she told them how happy she was… she said [Destiny…]

No… they can’t and they don’t…

A cage… a smaller space…

You can’t teach a bird to fly… and then lock it in a cage…


* The Narratives: stories, events, and scenes that happen[ed] inside and around my head…



1 comment:

Sandra (specsan) said...

the bird was conceived by birds, who knew and still know how to fly...its that the cage isn't designed as a typical one...

they may need more time to understand that