If Only I Had Lived Like a Heron



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If Only……


If only I were a heron, I would wake the world
with a cry of joy that the rivers and the forests
and the streams were here for me to employ. I would
open my eyes and look at the closest thing to me
and I would say, Good Morning:  I Love You.

If only I were a heron, I would waddle slowly
through the grasses and I would dip my wings
in the holy waters and I would thank the gods for the
wonderful world that they created for me. I would
slowly lift my spirit and my wings would, with a
deep and heavy flapping, lift me above the riff
that is the earth, and I would glance down and
glimpse the wonders that were mine for the taking.

If only I were a heron I would cast a shadow over
the water below me and I would watch as I became
a miracle in flight. If only I were a heron, my life
would flow timelessly through space and my instincts
would guide me even as I had no consciousness of gods.

If only I was a heron; and, “if-only,” only worked like a dream….

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I am an artist, photographer, watercolorist, and primarily a modern psychoanalyst. I blog about politics and consciousness as well as create digital fine art photos of my pen & inks and my water colorings. My hobby is studying piano.

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