Standing on the shore of decision, looking into the face of adventure. Desire to abandon all I know. What pushes me is rooted somewhere between misunderstanding and knowing. Knowing that what I want to understand is not within my reach, so I ponder my escape. Not knowing what lies ahead.
Adventure in theory is full of excitement and bleeds with passion for life. Adventure in reality is full of breathless moments, silent nights, and wounds that leave scars of memory on a heart.
Can I go the distance? Can I give all my mind to get what the messenger is saying? Can I surrender my knowing? Will I survive the humility of ignorance to obtain a treasure that earthly gold cannot buy? Will I ask the question of honesty, even if the answer leads me to the land of repentance?
All of these thoughts flood my mind.
As I stand on the shore of choosing, and in the distance of my wandering, I see with clear eyes a flock of wild, beautiful birds. Swooping clearly in my direction, as if they see me and are coming for me. And how strange it is that their eyes are full of clarity. And the melody of their flapping wings sings out, “We are coming for you.”
A song is waking up. Wake up, songbird. We want to hear your melodies. Songbird, wake up. Start singing. You’re not in your cage anymore, bound by your shame anymore, the walls that held you in prison. The gate is flung wide open.
Start singing. Cageless bird, start singing.
(Melissa Helser “Cageless Bird”)