Red Birds in The Road

I had been keeping my unusual visual hallucinations to myself, but alas sometimes they are so wondrous I am compelled to comment "Look at those amazing red birds in the road I have never seen such birds small and finch-like with bright red bodies, wings tipped in white and black" I probably will never see them again, but so grateful for that sight, so unexpected. The next day I saw a large black and white bird with a round head. all alone in a frozen field. I don't know the implications of seeing birds or bears for that matter, but I have decided it is a surprise and a gift. I will welcome these fleeting images and know somewhere they exist. Perhaps I have stumbled upon that opening in the next dimension of space. Do you ever wonder if color is the same to us all, If animals really are the superior beings? If religion is actually the opposite of it's intent. My sight is floating and tunneling another thing I just want to savor as the cloudy blurry world will soon return to it's sharp linear edges.