Even a young bird has to grow before they can fly <>*<>
Why the change?
Did something crack open suddenly?
Did you finally awaken in the middle of the night
to your power, your promise, your path?
What spirit beckoned to you at dusk,
in the clapping leaves of evening breezes,
reciting the destiny of the ages into your ear?
What lightning strike has singed your soul?
What gods burned the sacred bush in the cavernous reaches of your heart?
– Sarah La Rosa