The birds gather around me, watching from a distance.
Above ground, they listen-
in the trees, they look to me, dance, and sing,
reminding me that I'm not alone nor lonely
only free to be just me;
not her, him, or she-
Let the light be, she's shinning.
I closed my eyes and heard a loud chirp,
immediately I opened them to perceive;
a crow on a branch staring at me.
He then turned to fly, cawing obnoxiously.
I asked myself was this a sign?
I realized I was no longer seeking validation externally
but transforming within me.
I went back to close my eyes.
A crow? I asked myself.
A symbol of death?
Was a part of me dying?
I knew I was still breathing.
I guess the ego in me was trying to take over- questioning.
I almost forgot that we're all just here believing and dreaming.
So, yes a crow, an omen of death- a rebirth,
a new beginning.
A crow.
Never a bad omen but a sign of good luck, magic, and proof
that all is good, and that I am too.
There is goodness in the dark as well as evil.
Light's power is the same, you mustn't be blinded.
If we care to see from a birds-eye view,
light carries just as much evil and good too.
-Balance.
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