And then I saw it, At dusk, beating its small wings. A guest from heaven.
My grandma passed away a few weeks ago, and today would've been her 88th birthday. She loved hummingbirds. I saw one today, at dusk, while talking on the phone with my aunt. It felt like a sign from her that she was okay, and that's she with me.
Right in the center Between my brows The third ajna eye Calls out to the crowd Consciously choosing Who to meet Consciously moving The world ‘neath my feet Consistently bruising Ego’s covering, Shell so battered It’s nearly shattered. Hovering like those Sacred birds Iridescent wings In my dreams Answering to nature’s Haunting calls Answering to future And destiny’s pulls.
It was a surly heart That I received through The facades of this place Where I could no longer feel the intensity Or the port thins In Hummingbird.
From where I reach The households that were lively as it is, Now is just a muffled Lullaby — not wanting to be heard.
For once, I knew, We are the shambles. We let them in We let them see Until now we follow; I could not find the dimmer.
Has gone through The running walls of this world The pit was so deep—ghosts passing—tireless, ageless Lost for once again.
From where they are reborn Into the blackness Where the void remains — an imagination — a fantasy Where the minds tackle for the parallel, From which they waver and perish; An ambush.
Now I drift and ramble till I picked up the ticking second falling from the top — from when it lost me, 'Tis now the moment to be created again. When a soul is fallen — that is when he is found.
Memories of warmth colors bringing back the place Of yearning, Now from the muffled lullaby Is a peeking peekaboo! If uniqueness as it is And that later than mortal; Is now a vital colors glow as it is — In the pavement of Hummingbird.
My last piece was a wreck and I am quite satisfied from this poem! :)