Wandering Bird Prayer
Bird prayer doesn’t tolerate bowing or revelating...
read or listen:
There is a flock of Starlings
that lives in me,
they are a prayer.
They move in the enchanted way of murmuration,
a sensuous body of many selves,
wandering
rolling
beckoning
unraveling
gathering,
all inside of me.
Bird Prayer doesn’t
tolerate bowing
or revelating.
It aches and thumps against me
like a meaty hand on dirt
all while never breaking flight.
Wandering Bird Prayer
has not forgotten
the original song of everything,
and so I practice moving with it
when I find my way
back into the quiet hands of the forest.
Glorious!!!!
Hello, would you mind if i took a copy of this. Off on a Keening retreat and would love to share it - along with your details and your Substack. Thanks, Jude.