A flock of sparrows

I saw a flock of sparrows

as they passed over my garden

they formed a shape an arrow

as if to point the way

bringing about a commotion

they traveled above

stirring up chaos

reminding the over birds

that we who journey in the skies

have but one purpose

for each and everyone of us

to follow them as they fly by

chasing the moon

chasing the moon

through falling skies

leaving shadows behind

the path of light

reflects visions of the self

as one contemplates

the eternal being

 

being apart of it all

relinquishing the self

through fading skies

of shattered light

shadows move unchecked

contemplating dreams

chasing the moon