A Visit From A Feathered Spirit


An eagle swept down from the mountain of dreams

And flew into my sleep

She lifted me up from my bed

And showed me a vision from her eyes

To see what she sees

To ride the jet stream of wind and light

Is to know the wisdom of a feathered shaman

It is no longer enough to see the world

By what merely lies in front of my eyes

I must see as the eagle sees

Through every valley, mountain and plain.

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