Conference calls

3rd jan 2021

The moon lights up my path like sparkling diamonds interspersed with colored gems from far off lights.. my walk of purity.. that fills my heart with love.. suffuses my being with uplifting hues of an unshackled self.. loved unconditionally.. set free to manifest.. and experience.. reality.. the ocean in me.. a parrot is constantly chattering, and i smile back in translation of all that it speaks.. and a sparrow hops into the conversation.. in imitative delight.. so many stories it has to say.. each note filled with profound expressions that speak volumes.. sometimes whispered.. sometimes loud.. sometimes breathless.. sometimes broken.. it flies away in a huff seeking better audience.. one who knows how to talk.. leaving me spellbound with this chorus of sparrow song.. crows are making their long distance conference calls.. uncaring of eavesdroppers or ridicule.. there is a chill in the air.. nudging me into hugging myself closer.. directing me to the warmth within.. reminding me of a forgotten self.. carrying my unspoken sound vibrations to me.. a crow demands approval for the wire held in its beak.. proud of its booty.. till the next prize.. or boastful declaration.. as it opens its mouth.. the sky has a hint of pink.. despite the heavy fog..