Female

54

Eagle Vision.
23-3-1990

On the edge of a cliff, i stood in time,
Spirit released, from physical bind.
Eagle ascending, from trees below,
His spiraling motion, i already know.
Now face to face, and eye to eye,
He tells me to jump, tells me to fly.
Twice to his call, my words an excuse,
"I dont have wings!" my only ruse.
The third time he called, i lent and fell,
In an instant an Eagle, this i knew well.
He led me over forest, hill and dale,
I soared in oneness, at beauty unveiled.
Following a river, reflected the sun,
Bathed in gold light, the journey begun.
Slowly ascending over pines and snow,
Up to the peaks, of mountains aglow.
My soul full of wonder, and heart felt love,
No words describe me, up above.
Time was gone, eternal this flight,
Following my brother, in vision sight.
Ahead of me now, a shimmering sight,
of heat haze rainbows, and feelings of fright.
A waste land of desert, befor me stretched,
Sorrow and pain, in my soul were etched.
I looked for my brother, no more could i see,
a wave of panic, enveloped me.
He circled back out, on the edge of time,
Explaining this flight, had to be mine!
I turned once again, to the orange sand,
The shimmering heat, and pain filled land.
I flew towards a figure, walking there,
A tall dark woman, shawl covering hair.
I flew in low, to see what was held,
Wrapped in the shawl, of this sad world.
As i approached, tears ran so free,
A tiny child, was what i could see.
I shook with emotion, and desolate pain,
Tears of sadness, flowing like rain.
The flight continues, sadness my wings,
To people grass huts, and more desolate things.
Children sitting empty, in heat and sand,
Old people with eyes, that didnt understand.
Each feather shook, with emotional pain,
And eyes near blinded, by tears that stain.

A tree so massive, white arms in the air,
Not dead but sleeping, totally bare.
I felt the beauty, of what it should be,
To protect the people, was the life of this tree.
Why was it bare and surrounded in pain,
In this desolate place, would it live again?
I began to circle, talons outstretched,
As if to catch prey, in this land of the wretched.
I flew in great circle, round and round,
From talons, silver stars fell to the ground.
I sprinkled the people, the land and the tree,
As great sobs of anguish, tore through me.
But love as well, flowed like the tide,
With pain and love, on i did glide.
I felt great destruction and human despair,
My heart was breaking, great love laid bare.
I returned to the now, carrying the pain,
The shaking, the tears, my face did stain.
What did it mean, this powerful flight?
Could i understand it, and set it aright?
Who flies with Eagles, those eyes that see?
Who feels the pain, of humanity??