"The seeing-eye, the beating wing, the bird that laughs at everything.
Misunderstood by everyone, who can not see all things as one".

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Hawk Medicine.

Today I came to the aid of a Sharp Shinned Hawk.
It was wary, but unflinching as I lifted it from a corner.
Soft and grey above, like a dove, rusty red beneath, like a fox.
Warm and soft, cold and hard: eyes like meteors blazing in the dawn.
It delivered its message, thus aiding me, even as I aided it.
Human, it told me, see what I see. Know that you know what I know. Fly where I fly. Speak of it to the world so that the echoes of what you know are known to all.

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