Hummingbird

Hidden until the final moment by the morning sun, a hummingbird appeared out of nowhere two feet from my face, hovering effortlessly in place. Standing eye to eye, the Hummingbird emanated intelligence, a knowing. Two sentient orbs of lighted grace stared at me in wonder as if to say:

“I am he, and he is me.”

Time vanished in the warm glow of eternal blessing. The Hummingbird flew off, trailing with it a presence of what is.

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