In my dream during the last full moon
She came, a young child beckoning me
Weaving herself into my life, she brought
Cherries and Rust
Faith and Fear
Love and Hope
I asked her to lead me
Beside the still waters
Restoring my soul
As Truth Teller, she used not words
But images and music
Showing me how to find my own truth
Exploring Nature’s magic
Glory oozing into my body from
Outside of me, underneath me
And beside me
Anointing me with sacred blessings
She became a dark, black crow
As my skin melted and I became one
With the universe, its liquids and gases
I asked her, What do you have to share with me?
"Truth, Liberation, Freedom
Ever evolving, ever lasting
Seeds falling off of our skin into
Other people’s puddles, joining with
Their dirt and the dirt of all
Of our ancestors”
Must we always have war? I asked
Her caw was raucous and piercing
“What is war but the never ending
Circling of buzzards, flying above
The dead, grasping for chunks of flesh
To fill their empty bellies
Their continuous thirst for the blood
That keeps them alive
Even buzzards are part of creation”
I don’t quite understand, I said
And she flew to me, whispering
“Warm, golden oil is being poured
While you collapse from the
Heavy weight of all your past burdens
Let go now and relax in peace
Come fly with me into your new life
Join me and live with me for awhile
Then you will know and understand
How all of what you see, feel and hear
Makes so much sense in
This grand puzzle called life
Your thinking and
Worrying will vanish
As you and all beings experience
The Grace of all existence”
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