The Third Eye

The sun is just coming out with its deep orange light.. looks like a bindi in the sky.. the third eye.. the pride.. the life of our universe.. the color deepens as i eulogize here.. tugging pulling at my heartstrings.. totally in awe of this miracle.. humbled at being a tiny part of this phenomenal vision.. and it rises further.. an inner light glowing pregnant with the need to burst forth.. and spill.. becoming one with everything and everyone.. the fire within burning bright compellingly.. these parrots play around like kids.. flirting with the universe.. seeking attention with their incessant screaming and squealing as they streak across the sky.. confident of their place in the universe.. love their antics.. as they race each other exultantly.. what a way to greet a new dawn.. with such ebullient spirits.. celebrating the freedom within.. but man sits in various preoccupations.. stranger to his legacy.. or his roots