Look out the window,
turn your gaze upwards.
There you see the blue sky
with soft white clouds
flowing by.
The blue sky is
so bright,
so vibrant,
the clouds come alive,
as if they have a
life of their own.
I saw an eagle soaring
above the lake,
with his mighty wings
stretched out.
I could see his
white tail and head,
he seemed to be looking up,
as if he was taking
flight heavenward.
Somehow, he seemed to be gazing
at the face of angels
in those clouds.
He was one with the
sky and the wind,
which lifted him
higher and higher.
I could see his graceful
black body contrasting with
the colors in the sky.
He must see all things so
beautifully from his
view in the sky.
The tops of the trees
are flowing past him,
like a long, bushy,
green river.
He swoops down as if
he is in the
middle of a joyous dance.
He takes in the all
the fragrances,
the colors and
the vastness of the
world he lives in.
It is infinite!
I wonder what he hears
when he flies
so far above this world.
I imagine myself
as part of him.
I feel the delight
and joy of his journey.
I can now hear the
music in the wind.
This is what he is
dancing to!
Then all of a sudden,
he spreads his majestic
wings so that he
soars upwards,
higher and higher
until there is silence.
The silence in the
heavens is nothing like
we understand it to be here.
There is so much love,
perfection and
beauty in this silence.
I hear the soft,
flowing movement of his wings,
the quiet and peaceful
beating of his heart
beneath his chest,
the sound of his claws
outstretched as if
he was trying to grasp
the very spirit of
the wind itself.
He breathes in the blue sky
and flowing clouds.
The pure whiteness of those
clouds reflecting the
light of the warm sun.
The blue sky mirroring itself
in the endless quiet lake below.
He looks down at the world
and a sense of the perfection of
what he sees fills his entire being,
he is part of it and knows this.
What is he thinking of
on his heavenly flight??
He is so filled with the
wonder of the beauty
and miraculous visions, that
his soul listens to the pulse
of life below and above him.
It surrounds him.
His every movement
becomes one with that
pulse of life!
I can feel this life too.
There is love in everything.
The spirit of the eagle is
is in me and a part of me.
I too can hear the
wonderful silence,
it is alive, bursting with energy.
I can hear the mountains
rising as the wind
blows through its canyons
and over its cliffs.
I can hear the trees lift
their branches to the sky,
reaching for the warmth
and light.
I can hear the waves of
the water below
foaming and sighing
with each rise and fall.
The higher I go, the more I see.
There is no distance even though
I can see for miles and miles.
It feels as if the world
is wrapping itself around me,
drawing me closer into its heart!
My eyes can see forever
but this view is from inside of me.
I know where I am,
as it is the place
I love and where I truly live.
It is a place of rest,
where silence is the symphony
and the conductor is my heart.
There is no such thing as time,
eternity is the force
that governs this world.
Love is the path of this world
and the power that
animates everything.
The view is infinite,
even a blade of grass
is known and felt.
It's as if the hand of
a Great Artist
painted each blade in perfect
shades on an infinite blank canvas.
I can hear the softness of the
grass blowing under my feet.
Now as the shadows fall and the world
gives me a last glimpse of
its beauty and majesty,
a burst of colors flood the sky,
so brilliant that my eyes are filled
with the glory of the heavens!
Slowly, the colors fade and the stars
flicker on one by one to light
the path of the coming night.
There is no beginning or end
to this day.
It is perpetual and alive...
and in constant movement!
The eagle looks down
and sees a lone tree
with its branches reaching out
like so many loving arms.
He makes his descent slowly
towards the tree.
He circles over it
like an angel
fluttering down from
his heavenly home,
grasping the highest
branch of the tree.
He preens his wings
to prepare himself
for tomorrow's journey.
Before he closes his eyes,
the eagle looks up
and marks the place
where he danced with joy!
There it is, still twilight
and the fragrance,
the beauty
of the universe fills
his being with joyous Love!
copyright © Poetry ~ By Wolfden ~
July, 2001
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