Birds
In the morning, they begin their journey, driven by a mysterious force. Each one is equal in their destiny and there is nothing that distinguishes them.
They don't know each other, they don't know who they are. They don't remember the sunset the day before that led them to their nighttime refuge. But that doesn't mean they don't know anything about reality.
Entranced in their flight, distracted from the rhythm of the clock, for them all time is infinite, and they don't know the beginning and the end of everything.
They know nothing about the laws of physics that sustain them in the air with which they merge in a strange complicity.
They aren´t seeking the meaning of Life, as they allready know that Life is the meaning itself, and the instinct that drives them is its most faithful representative.
They stay close to the Sun, knowing that down there, stuck to the ground and with his lonely hands, someone is watching them.
- Who am I?
- Who are you?
- What is the meaning of life?
- Where did the Wonder of the beginning hide?
- What's behind the open doors of the End?
These are the questions that keep the observer rooted to the ground, transforming every minute of Eternity into mere seconds that fade away and are lost forever.
Birds don't fly just because they are light, but because the feathers, instruments of freedom that protect them, are also what give them hope, that wordless melody that never stops.
Heaven shines, with the last steps of the day. They return to their nest. When Heaven shines again, the Birds will be led by the mysterious force that drives them to fulfill one more of their daily eternity cycles.
Rolando Andrade
Thanks, this was a good read - I love birds!
'When heaven shines'.
Thank you Rolando, this is a beautiful piece and those words fill my heart.