“I live there...
where the birds are infinite
where they flee
it's a place your eyes can wander
but never see
Where everyone accepts me,
Without any pretense
It's a place your mind can picture
but never really comprehend.”
~ Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
"You are searching the world for treasure, but the real treasure is Yourself."
The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
~John Burroughs, Birds and Poets, 1887