Fall Birds

~by Ananda Vrindavan 

I heard them first before they rose above the tree topsBlack against the evening sky with warm westing sunTheir guide to the great south and their home away from homeTheir formation of open diamond shape is art at workTheir calling and rhythm of wings is a performanceAs they carry each other together with power and beautyWe watch, those of us with eyes interested to stop and seeThose of us grounded on earth, grounded in our bodyAnd we, or at least I, am filled with a sense magic, thatSomehow these birds can make such theatre of their travelA leaving to a better place with energy and song and togethernessSanga should be this good, this visual, this aliveCalling Krishna together as we head homeMaking others stop in wonder at our joyFlying high above the world of namesInto the sunset of our material lifeTo land in a better place, in Krishna’s placeMay we all follow the longing of our heartAnd head into the open sky of BhaktiAs eager as the fall geese going south, without delay