SOARING
A lone bird soars through the sky
Making me consider the quiet moment I am sharing with nature
What is she thinking?
I need to find a mate?
Or is she just glad to be alone?
Alone with her thoughts, freely leaving all behind
Loving the chance to not be responsible for anything
A chance to escape the day-to-day duties that clip her wings, her thoughts and her dreams
Is she running away or flying to a better place? A more beautiful destination?
Or is she returning to drudgery and sadness that she cannot escape?
Perhaps she knows nothing of what else is out there
So, is she returning to what she has always known or has been expected to be?
Or has she decided on a different path and a way to break through the boundaries?
Here is what I am thinking
Whether she is black, white, gray, yellow, brown or green she is like all of us
Soaring to new heights
The color of the skin (or feathers) does not matter.
It is what is inside of us and how we want to impact this world that is important
As the bird soars she is not thinking about past atrocities of her forefeathers
She is thinking of survival and probably not about bringing others down that don’t look like her
Maybe she is thinking about survival and getting back to protect those in her nest
And when we think about it are we not all in this nest called Life together?
So like the bird that soars
Let go of the negative and preconceived notions inbred in the heart and soul
Fly freely with love for others