Migratory birds draw eyes and hearts with their calls and mesmerising shape-shifting through the fluid colours of dawn and dusk. The birds are pulled by forces we can’t always understand but their passing above us marks a passage of daybreak and night, a separation, through which their freedoms seem multifold to ours as they sail far up in the skies.

By witnessing their journeys we remain earthbound in body but never in mind.

As the years pass by, season after season, we think we gain or lose, but everything in our universe is present still, gone from here, arrived elsewhere. We’ve always had it all, we never had it at all, but we are always part of it all