Bird Song
Some are clearly Buddhist
while others are painted egos,
like Catholic effigies.
Species preach
their own cyclical creed;
melodies as pretty
as a Sufi poem
or gritstone in the zealot's caw.
It is the reverberation
of light and sound
that we recognize,
the feathered mantra's,
Psalms for the solar plexus.
Then there are the faithless calls
of mockingbirds -
there's always a 'then'.
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