The Eagle

We are so distant now
In this cage of new emotions
Of forgotten dreams
And shattered promises
So many unforeseens...

In this new world, we progress forever
Marching forward to new horizons
Frontiers still to be engaged
Beyond what any of us can imagine or comprehend

An array of disorder will encompass us all
Scatter and remove us from our present reality
Cast us back in time
Cast us back to where it originates.
Deep in the centre of the earth.
The heart of it all
Where shadows remain
Echoes of our past
Illuminating our future.

We wait with bated breath.
Ears tilted to get a better angle on the wisdom
Coming in with the gentle breeze.
The east speaks, bringing the warmth of morning.
The new day.

Dawn.
The eagle rises.
Perches on top of his tall pine tree
Waits patiently for his chance
To fish out a salmon
To fill his belly.

Strong minded, free willed
Creature of strength,
Respected and respectful; wise, revered.
He watches over the land, the forests, and the ocean.
He watches and listens and absorbs it all
Weaves all the nuances together into a vision for the future.
Holds, as a knowledge keeper, the stories of the land and wisdom of ancients
In stories to be passed down from one generation to the next.

Important traditions of culture that persist
Despite the intentions of others who seem intent on erasure of the past.
Erasure of history and all that helps connect and intertwine our stories into the fabric of the world.
Our collective story as humans
Scattered across the earth in communities
All serving the greater good in our own ways
Ways that help heal the earth.