And I know why the free bird goes quiet.
Freedom is good.
Freedom is nothing to take for granted and freedom is nothing to enter into lightly.
I'm a free bird.
I shed a cage of sorts.
I look back at that place, from up high in the free sky and I view it differently.
What is a cage anyhow? It's a place to hold something or someone.
A cage is also a place to protect something from all those someones and unknowns.
"If every wall is a door" then every cage is a window.
Today, free, no cage and yet the world is a cage, another sort of cage...
Exposed to everything, everyone, left to discern all things, with no bars to keep out what or who might be dangerous and no bars to hold me back from advancement or from falling
Not to mention, no one to refill my water and lovely seeds routinely.
And then there is my nest of baby birds...
As lightly as freedom should not be taken, it should not be given back without much consideration.
Freedom comes with a price and the price is the cage itself.
Anything is possible when you're a free bird, anything good and anything hard.
And what you find out is this, it's not about the cage, it's about the bird.
"A free bird leaps on the back of the wind...
floats downstream till the current ends....
dips its wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky"
A freed, caged bird needs 4 eyes, 3 wings, 2 hearts and likely 1 new cage somewhere to fly to someday, because what the free bird learns and the caged bird doesn't dream of is, how very lonely and tryingly cumbersome freedom can become.
I'll dare to claim the sky...
Only because I remember how the caged bird sings.
RIP Maya Angelou, inspiration personified. ILY
