I feel powerful when birds fly away,
I approach– they erupt!
My agency clear on display,
To my illusive control,
I’m amused they obey,
It’s time’s dualistic dance,
of predator and prey,
Self awakens through others,
All becomes One, as we play,
I’m imprinting the present,
When I walk out of my way,
A flock by emergence,
Patterns form, never to stay,
Co-creating a moment,
Spikes spice into my day,
I feel so powerful,
When birds fly away.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Includes concepts related to nonduality, the observer effect, emergence, consciousness, self-awareness, and our lack of control.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
The illusion of control, time, relationships all relative and changing where movement is the key denoting time and change and even entropy ceases to exist without movement. A lovely poem
FallingAwake, this feels kinetic and alive. There’s a pulse of agency and wonder moving through it…power examined without arrogance, curiosity without conquest. It leaves a charged stillness behind. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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