The Beckoning

I am learning now, how life works…

births…

how to ride the waves of creation’s song…

to soar upon the great wings of the bird tribe to liberated destiny.

To leave before life makes me,

to hear the call in the whispers of the wind.

To be listening, drawn, seduced, rather than forced.

To see that fear is an illusion,

and it always only ever gets better,

even when we’re in the middle of the burning

and we can’t see through the flames.