Urvogel.
‍           I am first bird
           beginning of
                       dawn’s chorus.

Woman stood on two legs 65 million years
after Jurassic archaeopteryx fossilized.
Woman    in her constant struggle
         has forgotten which words
                                to sing.
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To soar again
we must   forge new words to
                       fill and lift
         this sunken brokenness.
‍Beautiful has lost its shine
             love & peace, too
                      overused.
‍Hope should be more than a wishbook.
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Hold this bird in your hand.
Practice harmony –
hear my finely pitched tune
            whistling like crystal waters
            rushing through hollow bones,
filling woman –
           wise in healing
                       grounded
                       tender.
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Feel
          indigo feathers
rustle upon your wings
            seeking flight.
Follow.
Sing with open breath
        with power
        with higher heart.
Go.

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