What A Heron Does Say

Sometimes it is like a jukebox around me here at Starbucks "University."  I have an Asian command for a poem about birds.  The loving light lifts a heron up from the reeds in the lake.  Reflection in me is possible as this totem becomes a beautiful analogy for grace.  It finds just the right direction for the expression of its gifts.  It screams, "She can write about the violence done to her, and expressed around her, without being labeled violent."  I see that it is all part of Buddhist "Teflon mind" for me.  This heron is grey, but it is called blue.  He says maybe it is like you.  The labels do not fit, but people repeat them anyway to infinity.  Maybe there is a slow mo for an elite in Indiana.  I will move here and there, and the heron stays in the air.  Together, we make a trinity with the ever present horizon.