Hearing the Birds

And seeing a reality unfolding

Looking into the quantum field of infinite possibilities For that which I will call home I am drawn there by the sound of birds

As I hear the birdsong I am drawn in To that place, that time That feeling of home

As I feel the sound my vision awakens I can now see the birds and the tree branches They fly back and forth upon

The birdsong is loud in my head And the feeling in my heart Identifies the reality I am searching for

I can feel myself there I see a sharply angled rooftop I see plenty of glass

I am sitting outside of this house On a wooden deck Protruding into the wildness

I inhale the forest I inhale the place and time As I talk with friends

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