Morality Movements

I reflect on morality as I feel, and then see, a blue heron flying above me.  He is there to tell me of my toes, not my knees.  He has a beautiful style and tells me that being right is a path, not an incidence.  Internally, I find a compass that answers his loving and wise way.  Being grey, and being labeled blue is not confusing to this creature.  He says that color is not seen properly by his eyes.  He is grey as he does see.  He does not have to know what grey is.  I continue to carve a sword and a stone in a tree, and unknowingly let them guide me.  I am the pilot of my way, and soon I will find a vision of a new morality deep in my chest.  This heron is my longitudinal global lines.  Together, he and I are a duo who can inspire even the most philosophical of minds.