7 February 2021
I repeat....
The bird returned many times. Chirped. She heard. But things changed. The little bird brooding the white egg chirped. She did not hear. Like the egg, she did not feel the warmth of the bird’s underbelly. She was lost in a space, that haunted house of thoughts. A new beginning was waiting to hatch. How easily that is lost unnoticed.
Your awareness is the tiny price you pay for a new beginning or your action.
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