Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Feather and Stone

Born to fly,
majestic condor
thunderbird of heavens
soars high above humanity
solitude in the grace
of a swollen moon

called to suffering
licking wounds
reflecting his own heart's yearning
his own weary tears

ancient memories are battle cries
released in mighty shifts
of bountiful gaia
collapsing structures nourish
for glorious gardens of rebirth

belonging to wind, yet longing to land

Elephant casts her gaze high
drawing down the elders' tales
weaving them back
into community

willing wings
to birth on her heavy shoulders
drinking deeply from source
as she places each foot
steadily on her path

ever patient, ever watchful
for the sacred moments
when earth meets sky

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