The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Friday, June 20, 2008

The spirit of the crow




Keeper of the sacred law
And warden guarding time
Sounding the perpetual caw
Of the absolute beginning
Present
Future
And past
Ultimately uniting
Everything at last
Merger of the truth it seems
Creating balance in life
Light and dark
Both equally profound
Inner and outer glow
Beliefs of self
Relishing
In the spirit found
As opening doors of magic
This watchdog of memories
Living in the void
Of existence
Persistence
All uncertainties
Ever lightening the load
Of pointless worries
Prophet of constant changes
Cawing persistently
Crying perpetually
Signaling year round
Sanctifying
Information
And blindly contributing
To life all around
Caw of the magnificent crow
Its shimmering feathers
Of the darkest coal
Visible
Distinguished
In the purest snow
Endlessly mourning
Fading of brilliance
Manifestations
Predictions and sorrow
Blind symbol of spiritual growth
Our black messenger
Of transformation
Illumination
Strength, creation and identity
And a great spirit as such
This herald of self worth
Above all
Unity and humanity

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