Free Birds

The cage was open. The bird did not hesitate. It spread its wings. Flying home. Fast. Locked up for too long. It was painful. Nevertheless necessary. The bird was aware that some things take time. Healing is a process. The journey back to its own voice had begun. At first it sang with a reduced voice. Almost not to be mentioned. At night it became more courageous. Weeks after the escape it sang at full speed.

True happiness entered its sacred space. Finally free. To do exactly what was meant to be. Destiny unfolding. Exactly as written by the universal laws. No detail left aside. The colors brighter than ever. Wings strong. Eyes focused. Inhaling fresh air. Watching insects doing their dance. Flowers blooming. Trees hugging. Bravery signatures in the clouds. Never again it would be in the same circumstances. Self promise. Self love. Transformation ongoing.

The map of the world felt the vibes around the bird. The compass aligned with the inner voice. A beautiful song was composed during the magic transfer. It was time to act. No luggage. No reason to stay where it was tolerated. The bird longed for celebration of the heart and soul. Overwhelming fire. A warmth so delicious. Birds with same colors, fellows of long ago. Same tribe, always the best.

By Liesbeth Leysen