The Bird Cage

Caged by shadow bars
of freedom loss.
The matrix lurks
just outside my perception.
It is the illusion I live within.
Working for things that do not matter,
Generates food for the matrix.
I perch on my swing
breathing poison mist.
A canary
behind bars
guarded by my own mind.
An effective jailor, it is programmed
by unseen controllers.
Wanting to be part of the flock,
I don’t dare to ruffle a feather.
The shadows approve.

Perch stops swinging.
My song changes and
I am no longer birdseed.

I am only one bird but
go inward to be positive change.
Let go of the perch.
Fly out the door.
Break through the mist.
Land and touch the earth as
we are the same chemistry.
Recharge by connecting.
Grounding dissolves the matrix.
Mind pattern becomes nonattached,
with enough love this takes less effort.

Fly out of normal and trust new flight
patterns. Gather with other
birds of a feather.
Our flock grows and flows in ways
not yet definable. We create things
we don’t yet understand,
don’t yet see but believe
our song of awakening can not be caged.