Songbird – We Are All Meant To Fly

Posted on 14. Aug, 2009 by in Expand Your Mind

Songbird

Who am I?

Everything is dark, closed and I can’t see.

I am struggling to find the way out, but there are walls everywhere I look.

Then, I hear a crack, I see an opening and I finally see the light.

The light is beautiful, luminous and it fills the space around me,
filling the places of my world that were once dark.

I try to step out into the light but I am weak and scared and confused.

What do I do? Where am I? Who am I?

Am I destined to stay here… cold, shivering and isolated?

I don’t believe this to be true, I believe there is more for me.

I believe there is more in this world.

Slowly I begin to feel myself gaining strength, feeling more alive
and something deep within me tells me I am meant to fly and sing
and rejoice in the beauty of life.

I move slowly to the edge – the edge of the only world I have ever known.

I step into the unknown. I fall. I cry.

I stand again, this time stronger than before,
this time I am feeling my wings taking shape.

I step to the edge and before I have a chance to think, I am flying.

It’s not perfect, but it’s beautiful.

I land on the strong arms of a nearby oak.
I open my mouth to sing a beautiful melody and all that comes out is a cackling of dysfunctional sounds.

No song. No music.

Maybe I am not meant to sing. Maybe I don’t really know who I am.
Maybe I am not a Songbird at all.

I look around at the trees and the sky and I hear other birds singing magical tunes.

What must they think of me? Why can’t I find my song?

My thoughts are interrupted by the most beautiful melody.

It’s a symphony of sound that is so soft, so genuine, so strong and so purposeful that I know it must be coming from the most amazing Songbird around.

I look towards the tops of the trees and I find nothing.

I look over all the rooftops and I still see nothing.

Then I realized that this beautiful symphony was coming from within me.

I was looking everywhere to find my song,
when all I had to do was be still and listen.

My song was within me all the time.

I feel it stirring within until I can’t hold it down anymore.

My song fills the air, filling the space with grace and beauty,
greeting the world with a vocal dance of spirit and love.

In the silence between the notes I feel a wave of emotions filling me – there is laughter and joy and sadness and tears and freedom.

I am a Songbird.

I found my voice.

This is my song.

It’s not perfect, but it’s beautiful.

  • Lisa Jimenez

    I love your writings. Your word choice is beautiful.
    I especially like the image that came to me with your words in this post,
    “…greeting the world with a vocal dance of spirit and love.”

    Also liked your word choice in your book, “liquid sadness” when you described Mr. Landry’s sadness over…

    Really great Keith!

  • keithobrien

    Thank you. How about this word choice, “you’re amazing!”