A murmuration of starlings covers the sky A thousand small souls wheeling in synchronised flight One mind, one heart They dance for themselves, they dance for love, They dance for the sheer enjoyment of their fleeting art They write their story in the air Exuberant words that only God can read Each bird in tandem…
Owl flies silently through the night Robin sings in the early dawn Eagle soars in the midday sun Nightingale closes the twilight chorus Skies are filled with the songs of flight Floating on wings which dance through the night Beaks trill arias into the light Feathered creatures help us to see We too can spread…
Between one state of being and another Between inception and culmination I exist in flux Transitioning from birth to final flight Hovering between realities In the excruciating beauty of metamorphosis There is no butterfly without caterpillar There is no completion without instar Cell by cell, fragment by fragment I recreate myself Instar - a phase…
Eclectic Assemblage 