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***THE EAGLE***



If you look out the window,


turn your gaze upwards.


There you see the blue sky


with soft white clouds


floating along.


The blue in the 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 stream.


He swoops down as if


he is in the


middle of some 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


outstretching as if


he was trying to grasp


the very spirit of


the wind itself.


He breathes in the blue sky


and floating 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 on


in 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 almost 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 a 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 perpetually 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,


grasps 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 joyful Love!







copywrite Poetry ~ By Wolfden ~

July, 2001



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