her gentle body sways
with the honeysuckle
as she with an intimate gesture
asks permission to taste life.

a humble way of being
in this world,

which is not
given to us to hide in.

she carries the beauty of this universe
inside her wings
as her hovering body
gracefully turns in

gratitude.

a gentle knock at the door inside
with her beak,
and she owns the pain
we feel with every attempt
to find our place.

sometimes we only need
a hand on the other side
to hold onto as we dissolve
into the fierce heat
of our devotion.

she rises and falls
into the heavens,
i am reminded
to breathe.

if we only could listen to the quiet
she brings us
and continue to look
for the lost entry to our soul,

we could rest easier.
anneli (spiritweaves.com)