Ode to a Hummingbird

Ode to a Hummingbird,

The perfect purr of your sonic wingsong evokes my incorrigible affection.

Your arrival signifies the drumming heartbeat of accelerating fourth density,

and your shiny wisps of aerial speed demand my immediate attention.

My world wanes to slow down and suspends in your celestial glue.

Mindful and rhythmically present to continuum in your timelessly focused presence,

the corners of my lips ascend, and my gaze is magnetically locked on your frame.

I feel honest and childlike as I watch you watching me, showing off your beautiful wings.

In your curious nature, you teach me to feel innocent and purposeful at the same time.

You show up on cue in my dream within a dream as a master of transformation.

Your cute little chirp: a suggesting gong of "wake up sleepy head, and re-member".

You teach me to reach impossibly fast for the nectars of this world,
And to drink them while flying in golden mean timing; a singular formation of my own accord.

You are a numerical reminder to emerge from my human cocoon of comfort,

So that I might transform into the benevolent butterfly you say you see me to be.

Smiling at you as I always do, knowing that I am perfect and this is enough.

That I am enough.

And as quickly as you arrived, you dash away on your mission.

I love you, sweet hummingbird teacher.

I will not miss you. I cannot miss you.

You are me, whole and complete; and I am missing no-thing.