I wrote this poem on a yoga retreat I was on in April 2008. I was coming out of a very painful and difficult part of my life at that time and things were finally starting to look up. My superstitious mother believes that blue birds are a symbol of good luck. I was inspired to write this poem because I began seeing blue birds all around me during that time.

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Blue Birds! Good Luck! I want to be like that blue bird. My dreams here are about not being caugt. The unattainable Susy. I want to be like those two blue birds I saw, so beautiful to look at, but the moment you attempt to catch it, it disappears into the beauty of the wilderness.

Everyone wants a piece of it, to touch it, to taste it, smell it...to experience it, but it is fleeting like life itself. The blue bird is ephemeral. It is a living manifestation or perhaps a metaphor for our lives on this Earth. Does the blue bird understand the power of its own beauty and appeal? I wonder. Maybe I am more like the blue bird than I think I am. Maybe we are both unaware of the mesmerizing spell we cast over others, never wanting to be caught but always desiring to be longed for and sought after. Once the blue bird is caught, it is all over.