Beg, Borrow and Steal Exercise
January 24, 2005

The birds were too quiet as the stared down at me from the telephone
wire.  Miraculously the sun shone today, burning on the grass and leaves of
the evergreens.  I rose from the park bench smothered in boredom.  The
sun kept glaring from behind the trees, the light blurry mist shining in a
godly form.  I travelled from tree to tree.  The birds scattered, sprawling their
wings of death, condensing into a small flock and then a giant heap.  
They flew with the sickness of the group mind.  How did they all know
where to go, and how could they leave me here, lost and confused in my
own quiet vessel?  There they flew into the misty light as the wind
whispered softly to them.  Why couldn't I hear it?  What kept me, the
earthbound human, from discovering this voice?