Monday, June 11, 2012

Bird dreaming.

From our very first breath, we learn to dream. These are not fanciful wishes but aspirations; places to drag us screaming from the first step to the next, the first word, the first beating of our wings. We dream of running with the herd as we stumble nervously beyond our first steps. We aspire to poetry and soliloquy as we babble our first, almost indistinguishable words. We look to the Moon as we flap our feathers in the warming Sun.At first we hear the applause of others as they encourage and cheer us on. They are with us all the way. We feel their ambitions, their hesitation, their wanting and waiting. Then we hear the voice inside. 'Don't go there' it says. 'Be content with where you are'. Others hold us back, defying our eagerness with a blanket of safety and security. We might give up our personal ambitions for the sake of others. 'They care about me' you tell yourself.
Today will be different. today I will make it. Today is the day I take the second step, the second breath, the flight to ........

1 comment:

  1. Oh for the wings, for the wings of a dove
    Far away, far away would I rove
    Oh for the wings, for the wings of a dove
    Far away, Far away, Far away, Far away would I rove.