À la recherche du geai bleu

I sit by my little window every day, looking out at the wide world,
Scattering seeds and thoughts out my window in hopes to blossom tender gardens and to watch those who hold the sweet flower of life pass by.

One day in sheer wonderment I saw the flight of a exquisite bird
every loop and dive across the sky spoke of a freedom and fluidity
that was the embodiment of immanence a perfect counterpose to my transcendent being it gave wings to my heart to soar and laugh again in realms long forgotten in the frozen tundra of isolated society.

And then one day I heard the little chirping sound at my window up poped my window
and this blue jay was on my ledge in all its shimmering radiance, nervous excited and delighted an eruption of thoughts spilled out of my being, so swift was its move that the gentle bird flew away.

I now spread bread crumbs wherever I go in hopes again that some day I will hear that sweet chirping at my window pane.

Come sweet wings fly near me I do not seek to place you in gilded cage, but only to honor your flight so pure so free, let me again hear the enchanting melodies of your song.
Come to awaken the mystery of flight within me, to remember the pure candor and abandonment my childlike soul once soared so long ago.

I will not hunt but in stillness wait, watching your flight from afar and spreading breadcrumbs wherever I go.