Birth

Floating above like a white dove, clear and silhouette like.

So fine is the outline of my nonexistence tranquility.

Almost like clear white.

Any element of show not to be viewed by the naked eye of my subject of course.

I am a myriad image says the master.

I do not feel love that glows within ones flesh and bone.

An inch away, always near - sort of like a wind that can blow and sway.

Daunting and tedious my job can be, but always on alert and guard for the.

Following the golden script supplied by my elders:

Assume numerous responsibilities; assert souls in the passage from death to birth.

Always stay on the right - never stray to the left!

Most importantly the hardest part of all, is guide this thing, called human at all times.

Never depart my appointed station, a temporary home - for now - I wish.

At times, this task can be fun, sad and downright boring.

If only my subject knew the importance of life.

I cannot speak, not be heard or seen by others. 

Just my presence can be tapped into one's mind and soul, only those lucky few who know how - I think they call them the intuitive beings.

These humans can be so curious in nature of all worldly materials.

They think they can crack the code of what this means - a sacred manifestation.

What a fool, if only the human knew - the knowledge and compassion, instead of destroying everything touched and making a knot.

War and so much hate these earthlings suffer! How long, how far, how many times - oh how much before it's too late!

The father can be so saddened by these acts.

The enigma of these humans baffles my kind, how ignorant can one be?

If this assignment only knew I would trade my place for the pain and suffering.

I want to feel and see the beauty of the light above this earth and have the sweetness of believing - and not for one moment, question my life!

When it's my turn - I hope soon - a chance indeed will be brought to me.

Counting my days before I can see the bright day that will come. 

The rule books says: When it happens I will fly until I cry.

My memory of my current role will vanish in my mind, a new world will unfold.

The power to make my own free choices, with the hopes of making the right choices.

Flesh, bone and blood; and solid and whole.

So cold, wet and bright.

Gulp of air - a single first breath!

The gift of life

BIRTH!