Monday, March 30, 2009

Two Birds

It is easier to be the tree than the dawn, the worm than the birdsong. Easier to make wings out of broken air than trace the flutter in your heart.

Given the choice, it is easier to kill the birds in the bush with a single stone than to hold one in your hand and not smother it. Given the choice.

The truth, like a flight of swallows, moves in all directions at once.

3 comments:

HP said...

"Given the choice, it is easier to kill the birds in the bush with a single stone than to hold one in your hand and not smother it. Given the choice." brilliant. period.

Anonymous said...

where to go.where to go.....thst is the question.!

Scherezade said...

Delicate. Lovely. Delicately lovely.
:)