You are sending me feathers.
There are beautiful feathers,
So alive with colour.
There are broken feathers,
So often trodden on.
There are lifeless feathers,
So beaten by storms.
There are tiny ones,
So easy to miss.
There are large ones,
So clear on my path.
The feather,
Symbol of freedom and inspiration.
My inner being represents
The beautiful feather, vibrantly alive.
My body represents
The broken feather, aching.
My small mind represents
The lifeless feather, worn out.
My guiding voice represents
The tiny feather, abiding in Stillness.
My teaching voice represents
The large feather, obvious and clear.
Beautiful feather,
Symbol of Freedom and Higher Love.
I see You!
There is perfect communion.