I saw a bird up in a tree
It whispered oh so silently
"Would you come and fly with me
So that you may fin'ly see
The whole of life -- That which you be?"
Though I knew I couldn't fly
I found myself aloft there high
Where time flows not as life goes by
No difference 'tween the earth and sky
And both of them becoming I.
Then spoke true my little friend
A promissory rainbow send
Of life ongoing without end
Weaving thru the river bend
The source for love and thought to blend.
~June 12, 1990
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