Birds. Gorgeous, multicolored birds of every description. Large, small, exotic, and common birds. I'm sure there was more to the dream because I only noticed the birds because I was on my way from one place to another in a different dream sequence. But it was the birds that stopped everything and made my heart swell with joy and wonder. I was walking, or maybe riding a bicycle down a rural road when I happened to look over into a yard and adjoining vegetable garden and saw them. Right in the middle of ordinary, boring, life-as-usual, these magical birds were preening and sunning themselves. One bluebird was the size of a child's tricycle. A toucan was busy grazing through rows of soy beans, his large, awkward beak swung this way and that. A robin of enormous proportions blinked at me with bright yellow lashes and smiled before returning to her hunt for beetles and worms.
I can find the spiritual right here. I have to find it right here. Because Utopia isn't coming any time soon. Put the books down. Stop chanting without personal intention. Start creating beauty now, in this life. Before it's too late.
2:08 p.m. - 2006-10-05
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