Like feathers in the wind, We fall, sailing slowly, randomly blown about, Never knowing which direction the wind blows, Every move, every struggle how ever hard we tried to wrestle against the wind, Down down we fell, So is the beauty of an empty heart and a lost soul, searching for a solid base in the dark nothingness.
Like feathers in the wind, We embraced the wind while we have no control over it, Finally all worries gone without a trace, And in our heart we were born a new, With freedom in our minds and a heart to live through life freely.
So Leave the fools with the praise, For in the end, we all are feathers in the wind, Each one travelling between in it's own space, Eventually falling into the sea, Sailing into the near forever, Disappearing from view. A steady reminder that life is not a race.
We are ghosts that cast shadows flying through your thoughts like birds: one minute there, the next gone. We are the birds, the absent, and it is bad luck to mention us. We may take wing, stop lingering and leave, may not return, may fade away like fog under the burning sun.
But fly to us, come to us and you will see, we are humans with body and voice, with eyes that see and hearts that yearn. We shed our feathers and weave stories with them, give them away give them all away. You too will know what it is to fly.
But tiredly you flag, the wind sags beneath your wings. You drop to the earth, feathers falling all around you, and we become the birds once again fading into the morning mist that hovers on the horizon.
I grasp at feathers So soft, so delicate, so easy to lose What color is the one we shall find I grasp at feathers But I can no longer see color, only black and white What have I done I grasp at feathers So soft, so delicate, so easy to lose
Ἀμφιτρίτη rising out of the sea like sunshine brilliant blue feathers airfoils lifting you your energy stabilizing holographic universe with black holes abound ******* up your endless brilliance they’re no match eventually you turn them inside out just patient galaxies waiting to unfold they need you for your light momentousness vicissitude of seasons hearts gravitate to you force of attraction terrestrial bodies are know for special reflection souls need to find their way kind gentle compassionate pulling
my very existence
I wrote this today to go with a closeup of a painting I posted ig @sadtra415