What do you want? asked the bird on the tree above my head. It sang its words and I heard that a lovely day was in store for me.
What do I want? I asked myself.
I want to know what the wind is saying. I want to know the secret the bells are holding in their chime. I want to know how the sun makes its rounds in the world when its origin is the center of my heart. I want to know many, many wonderful things of life. But what I truly want, is to freely be myself in a world that feels like a magnetic pull outward to obey and never contradict it.
Oh Yes! said the bird. Be that.