The Stream of Collective Consciousness
You have journeyed far
And your travels have been filled with many trials
And many memories;
Some of instability,
Great sadness and defeat.
You have become wounded with your wings clipped and broken,
Forcing you to hobble on the ground,
Pecking for scraps of self-esteem.
Yet the powers to heal all these wounds are rushing through you,
Rustling your feathers,
Cleaning the torment of the past.
The wind is very strong and has the determination of a tornado.
You are now stronger than any wind,
And you may cackle in laughter at any challenge,
Because you have learned to harness its power,
To glide on its stream
From this perspective,
Those troubles of the past are but
On the landscape of your mind.