KTRusch

Soul Out of Exile (Feed the Bird)

Within the earth
In the depths of this dark and sacred land
Deep down
Below
Perched in a narrow crevice
A
Small
Purple
Bird
Quietly
Waits.

Feed the bird!
Free the bird!
That’s a soul-call, friends.

Free the bird!
to
Eat, fly, defecate
Green-up our wounded earth
Heal our wounded people!

Free the bird!
Fly to the peaks
Of your imagination
Seeing everything
With grace and color
Fly, fly, fly!

Last edited by KT Rusch. Based on work by Kt Rusch and kt rusch.  Page last modified on March 27, 2008

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