Bird

“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears them or what they think.” Rumi

Do birds know that they sing? 

For a moment I embrace the perception

That birds 

Don’t hold judgment

About their singing.

They just sing

They let it be.

There is something raw

And potent 

In allowing the voice

To be expressed. 

My human mind

Contemplates

Even just for a moment 

How would it be 

To not need 

To be heard.

Just sing.

Trusting that another 

Will hear

And respond.

On the other side of the forest.

Singing stops

When an intruder arrives.

No big deal about it.

Just silence.

But the song always comes back.

Even after the forest burns.