HOMING

 HOMING

She was injured and sitting on the ground

If she stayed there she would surely get trampled on

by the bustling, passing crowd,

All of them too busy to look down

All of them completely unaware of her existence.

(Or her suffering)

The only thing I could do was to try and pick her up

and hope that the fright of it wouldn't kill her.

She was lame, dirty, be-ragged, and mite infested.

I placed my hands under her breast

and with a gentle sweep lifted her off the filthy ground.

She didn't resist, she didn't make a sound

We walked through the crowd together

Me and my new friend, like two birds of a feather

Once I had found her a warm spot

in a shredded paper filled box,
I asked her:-

“Why did you fall at my feet?”

She looks at me with one little eye, tilts her head

and looks with the other side...

She answers,

“I am trying to teach you to find your way home”

“But I know how to get home little one” I reply, 
a little bewildered at the statement.

She cooo cooo cooos a few times 
from inside the warm box I have placed her in,

and continues....

“You humans all get swept along in your busy lives,

often failing to appreciate the beauty around you.

Most of you never look to the top of those tallest buildings

those towering Urban Cliff faces where the Stone Spirits keep

a keen look out over your every move”

A chill moves through my body

“You are so lost in anonymity,

Just another face in a faceless crowd.

You slowly lose your way

surrounding yourselves instead with a false sense of security,

and yet...

at the slightest provocation, or deviation

You lose your heads, and your bearings,

scattering like ants who have felt the impending rains.

You take off in any direction, except the one you need to

in order to reach higher ground so to speak".

I listen intently, but don't ask any questions,

letting the vision fill my mind.

She quietly proceeds...

“We Pigeons think it's rather funny to watch you all from where we sit

perched up so high...it is in fact a constant source of amusement for us.”

She pauses, pre-empting a counter attack from me...

but I sit quietly.

“No matter what you humans do to try to eradicate the ugliness

(and the pigeons)

of your overcrowded cities from existence,

we will always remain here

waiting

for that one person who will stop

look down

and simply ASKS for help.”

A smile forms on the corner of my lips, but I remain solemn,

waiting for her words.

“Like us, you too have an internal magnetic compass

and navigational system within you.

It's always available to you.

No matter where you are in your life

no matter how many wrong turns you may have made

or how lost you may be,

All you need to do is slow down,

stay completely still,

tune in

an listen to the guidance within.

It will help you every single time without fail,

to the answers you seek

to the destiny that is yours”.

“Back to your HOME”

© Teresa / Divinia 15^th August 2012

Inspired by the dream I had this morning of finding an injured pigeon


Music credits:-
opening- Harlem by Coco, steele and Lovebomb
which transitions into
Peaceful Dream by Leon Parker

Video clip complied by me.