I sat in the company of a thrush As he went through
His repertoire of songs and whistles,
And by god did it lift me, never before did I feel so enchanted,
as I did listening to his song,
My mind entered a dimension unknown to me until now,
as the purity of the tone left no room for doubt,
as I willingly without question drifted away,
To where the music was summoning me to go,
Back in time, way back as far back as you can imagine,
in a word primal, the very beginning,
Resulting in a feeling so blissfully enchanting,
That I completely forgot my name or who I am meant to be,
for this instance I was me,
and it felt so real,
The song continued uninterrupted and in complete Fluidity,
I floated on a wave in an endless sea,
Where I want to be, lost in translation,
Time was forgotten, in a place called nowhere,
I got there after so long in my life thinking I was lost,
After sometime I know not the quantum,
I came to, my sketch completed,
In return all I could was bow and give thanks and praise,
to the almighty thrush, my friend for evermore.
Anthony MC Gann. 29/3/2017. 15.37.
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The thrush
Wednesday 29 March 2017
10:41
I sat in the company of a thrush As he went through
His repertoire of songs and whistles,
And by god did it lift me, never before did I feel so enchanted,
as I did listening to his song,
My mind entered a dimension unknown to me until now,
as the purity of the tone left no room for doubt,
as I willingly without question drifted away,
To where the music was summoning me to go,
Back in time, way back as far back as you can imagine,
in a word primal, the very beginning,
Resulting in a feeling so blissfully enchanting,
That I completely forgot my name or who I am meant to be,
for this instance I was me,
and it felt so real,
The song continued uninterrupted and in complete Fluidity,
I floated on a wave in an endless sea,
Where I want to be, lost in translation,
Time was forgotten, in a place called nowhere,
I got there after so long in my life thinking I was lost,
After sometime I know not the quantum,
I came to, my sketch completed,
In return all I could was bow and give thanks and praise,
to the almighty thrush, my friend for evermore.
Anthony MC Gann. 29/3/2017. 15.37.