The bird's song!

With mindful presence in the nest of now
in the capital of dawn, the bird of
the moment, flutes notes from memory,
not of the wind's
whispers or of crimson flowers, chirps
instead in strict rhythm, thought
immortal that din awake the hearts
of whoever is as ecstatic as the feathered
sound, awareness-sodden, transformed
into a bird's song itself, wrapped
in the voice of nature, trilling , not preaching,
commanding, urging or entertaining,
but truth through the beak of a bird-
out-singing the nightingale.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2023-07-31 at 13:59

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