Saturday, June 15, 2013

a birdsong morn... and you...

wish i could be
an Olivier
and
you
my
Yvonne...

and
we could together just wake up early  morn
only to listen birds' songs...

for
birds...
they have no religion
as such
other than God...
for
birds
are the sweetest singers on earth...
plentiful...
only singing by natural choice...
they got
no other thing
to artificiality bring
into their unpremeditated
non destined...
unobjectified
search for
The Highest...
The Pinnacle...
The Supreme...

they are simply His being...
they are He...
they are She...
they are a Be.

wish i could be a Hindu
and you a Muslim...
and for a change i be a Catholic
and you a Protestant...

and next you a Buddhist
and i a Jew...

and surely then
on such a lovely blessed cuckoo filled
rainy morn
we would have become
birds...
Birds true...
Birds free...
Birds as Olivier* recorded in His books...
and Yvonne
furthered on...

[*note: Olivier Messiaen {1908-1992} was a french composer and ornithologist]

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