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

Friday, February 26, 2010

Ghosts of the Forest.

Rain and clouds: mist swirling through the treetops.
Looking up, a large bird swept through the limbs,
travelling fast, on its way to somewhere important.

I recognized it, but still didn't know what it was.
Then two ravens sped past, a few seconds later.
Only then did the shape fit the glimpse.
An Albino Raven!

Everything carries its own medicine.
What you see is what you get:
Left with a sense of awe and wonder,
I wandered off through the woods.

1 comment:

  1. a beauty.. I wonder how different his life is than a black crow or if there is any difference at all.. I think it must be more difficult to be him...