A bird sitting outside of a cage represents a moment after liberation—not the dramatic act of escape, but the stillness and clarity that follows. The bird isn’t flying yet. It’s not in panic or flight. It’s close to what once held it, but now still, choosing presence over fear, and freedom over captivity.
It’s a soul that knows: I am not trapped anymore. I could leave. I may stay. But now, I get to choose. That moment—of quiet, conscious awareness of one's worth—is sacred.
A bird sits just outside the cage, not in flight, not in fear. The door is open, yet there is no rush. This is the moment after the breaking, after the decision, where the soul rests in the truth that it is already free. Close to what once confined, still enough to feel the weight of its own worth. No performance, no escape—just presence. Just peace.
This piece is about the sacred pause—the instant where the soul realizes it doesn't have to prove, escape, or earn anything to be whole. It is already worthy. Already home.