The bird and the penguin

There was a bird that wanted to learn how to fly and it came across a penguin who was willing to teach it. He desiged exercises such as jumping and then picking up little pebbles. One time the wind blew away one of the pebbles and the penguin told the bird to get it back. The bird spread its wings and flew over to the pebble, picked it up and placed it back to where it was. “Ok, let’s continue”, the penguin said. The bird, feeling uneased about this idea yet not seeming to be able to make out why, proceeded to do so.

The same situation happened to occur again but this time the bird replied: “I just flew, do you think it is needed to continue the exercise?” to which the penguin answered: “Yes, surely it is needed.” And both, after some hesitation, went on about the practice.

Eventually within the 3rd occurance of this situation the bird paused, went within closing its eyes, gave everything some consideration and then said: “I decided to stop learning from you. Thank you for everything” But when it opened its eyes the penguin was nowhere to be seen, glancing what seemed more like the shape of another bird shortly before it disappeared.



To single out what sometimes seems to be so far away
wrapped up in doubt and fear vaguely interspersed in our days
hold on to it and won’t you ever try to let it go
for it will always find a way and knock back at your door
survey the essence and confide it right back to your heart
just that it never seemed to belong to another part

Declining darkness ultimately alongside with your fears
can’t help to unremarkably and slowly disappear
before you held on merely to enfeebling morbid fights
the seeming wasted time so gently soothed by guiding lights
they boldly shine as if there never was a single doubt
blissfully burning thorny trappings of your gasping heart