The Flight of Wisdom

An Anniversary

Something happens in July, I honor, rather than celebrate an anniversary of my awakening

Each year, I find myself arriving closer to where I want to be

Further from the date of who I was

It wasn't easy, the first year, when the markings of a life change came in abruptly

A choice to be made and trusting something I knew only as a glimmer of me, the choice was made.

Her voice was small and presence dim, yet she had beauty and I wanted to know her more

I've often thought of this anniversary as what changed a relationship I'd had forever

Focused on the negative aspects it brought and how in this choice, others were hurt.

Apologies come in waves on a shoreline, forgiveness in layers of ancient land

And in the struggle to recognize that the external relationship so abruptly severed

Was a mirrored reflection of myself, longing to be loved.

So in time, I've waited through the sludge of pain

Been aware and afraid of the choices I made

Yet, after a time of settling in I asked for acceptence

As it's the only way it could have been.

What's done is done, yet before I can move on,

The truthful conversations need to be had

And those come from within, in the silence of my dreams

And when the dreams arrive and awakening occurs that is when the honoring and grieving and placing a descanso upon the earth can be done.

I've grown in the trusting of myself

That "things" no longer need to happen to me, without my permission.

That in the fighting against the wind,

There is a path, where the wind glides with me

The Flight of Wisdom

Wind changes, so adaptations change also

And while my connections happen more often when I'm near flowing like water

The breeze and the sky called to me

On the banks of the Gibbon River

On my journey of mountain gazing out West

There she flew, high into the sky

Wind rustling against her feathers

The harder she tried, wings flapped with furvor

Though she stayed, suspended in the air, not moving forward

Then she, with her wisdom of a 1000 years

Flew closer to Mother earth

And as the height of her flight became grounded

She glided past me with ease, moving down the bank of the river

In seeing the large stone I had sat on in meditation the day before

Her traveled path turned around

Once again, my eyes observed her flight

And she flew high above the earth

Wind battering her beak

Without movement

Upon returning to her inner wisdom

She found the space of sky that moved her foward with ease

This happened one more time

The same pattern, until she knew the eyes of my heart had seen

And in the final trip to the rock, she flew on

Off into the horizon of mountain heights