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Friday, June 27, 2003
Simple
Man wakes up one morning with a simple plan for a simple day, eats a simple breakfast and gets along his way. There's a river near his home and on it lives a bird, whose feeding method is a kick, or so he's always heard. She's an osprey, she's a raptor, in her feet she has sharp claws, and she can turn her talons 'round about and get a grip that has no flaws. But what's so special is she flies down in beneath those waves, catching salmon from above, and for them there are no saves. He goes to the river and he sits down quiet on a stone, thinking only of the view and of the day and his new moment here alone. He's spent his years in desperate wonder and with speculations rife, searching always for that something that's been hid behind the strife. But for now he isn't busy with that quest he's held so long, he's only watching as the osprey takes her part in her nature's endless song. He isn't thinking of the answer hasn't questioned things today, he only plans to take a break and see an ordinary day. Still as he watches it's his nature that the beauty gets his eye, and then he's thinking once again about the pieces of the Why. The bird is hungry and the breeze is light upon the air, she drifts around with one turned feather and no scent of any care. He sees her purely and he lives her life from deep within his mind, and then he's taken up her place and now there's more for him to find. He turns in deeper, it's there waiting past the noise of all his reach, he finds the answer he's not looking for, and it's beyond his speech. The day goes on without him, he's not taking any part, as he now visits with the truth that always lived within his heart. He knows the answer but the question hasn't shown itself before, and as he turns to take it home he isn't asking any more. He sits the night out in his car, he isn't going anywhere, until the daylight finds him newer and equipped for different fare. He leaves the scene, he leaves the river, and he leaves behind the quest, he's got a message, a new wonder, How's he going to tell the rest? Comments:Post a Comment
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