Now is all.

I'm tired of fluttering about in this cage.
My wings are broken and my face is sore.
And it's all because you keep beckoning me in that loving voice.
You whisper, ever so softly.
You speak in my breath.
And I get very excited again.
Each time to know you're calling me to be what you made me.
And that the cage I'm in isn't even real.
That what is real is just being.
Tasnim Jivaji
April 12th, 2018