A Bird and the Song

A clear day. On my own, contemplating clouds, feeling the salty breeze on my face. Standing alone while listening to my song. He made a close approach, and nervously flew back again. While I was waiting, I tried to meditate. Meditation is a discipline in which the mind is focused on an object of thought or awareness. It usually involves turning attention to a single point of reference, and it may engender a higher state of consciousness.
As I walked in the beach, feeling all those tiny bits of sand in my feet, I looked and the horizon was gray and blue, with tones of pure and naif white. A wave and again a powerful sound. And again. And again. As time passed by, it was a symphony with no form. Maybe a dream. Or a higher state of my conscience.


A flute and a wooden stick. My legs were weak. As I reached that bay, it was peace above all. Everything was surrounded by harmony. Trees,fruits,tigers and aligators. A yellow bird, with a red beak. A black cloud hovering five feet away.


And God is wondering why he created
And birds are God´s maestros