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:-
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.
a little bewildered at the statement.
She cooo cooo
cooos a few times
from inside the warm box I have placed her in,
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 15th 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
Music credits:-
opening- Harlem by Coco, steele and Lovebomb
which transitions into
Peaceful Dream by Leon Parker
Video clip complied by me.
