It was on a trip to Indiana when I got to see this performance.
The "theater in the air". I was mesmerized by the murmuration.
"Ah world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the
leafless winter, even in the ashy city."
I watched the snow doing a kind of murmuration yesterday...
rising, falling and twirling on the gusts of wind.
"I want to think of dangerous and noble things...
to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings."
Perhaps not dangerous...there's too much of that already, isn't there?
but noble and light and frolicsome? Yes!
What a thrill it would be to have wings.
The light and feathery kind...
sprouting from our shoulders...
carrying us anywhere we wanted to go.
Namaste'
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