[Editor’s Note: Ms. Mansell is a poetess and a deeply searching thinker. See brief biography below.]
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Birds
And none of them was white.
And none of them wondered what was the purpose…
They were all taken by an instinct. They were being directed by something that was beyond their ability of understanding.
They themselves, individually, didn't make any sense.
But what they were was a huge purpose.
They were not controlling where to fly and how…
And the most important — why?
They let the wind dance them, turn them around…
The birds became a wind, and the wind became the birds…
There were no boundaries or walls… No stops or beginnings…
There was a union, almost mathematically calculated, where everything had an even amount of purpose
And everything was equal…
Yet there was spontaneity…
It was still chaos…
But an extremely organized one by something or someone, that now was
beyond my ability of understanding…
I was confused.
And I was trying to figure it out, understand, solve that math problem.
I was trying hard, wasting myself,
And the more time I spent the more chaotic and disorganized it became for me…
I grew angry. After… I got numb…
Then I realized that all that time I was applying human experience, rules, dogmas to something that was beyond
what we were taught in schools…
I stepped back. I inhaled. It smelled like rain.
A rising designer, artist, entrepreneur, Ms. Mansell may be contacted at zazazu.zazazu@gmail.com
