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!