This is not a war
and there is no you outside yourself
It’s just the passage of thoughts
and fleeting feelings,
laying themselves to rest for awhile
inside an impermanent body,
which you also inhabit
as an everlasting spirit.
Part of being
is life becoming,
all in this together,
and nothing in nature is exempt from this change.
So notice how we change with you,
refined for our next revolution,
even the rivers and streams have currents.
Don’t kid yourself,
this barely ruffled my feathers,
my faith belongs
to the way the wind
strokes between my open wings
with nerves left trembling,
but sometimes even wild things
rest for a while
and still the world
has ample love to go around.
All creatures adapt to the changing seasons
and these sharp claws
would be constrained
by an existence in captivity,
a birds eye view is only bestowed
to those blessed to be free
and I was born an untamed spirit