BLACK BIRD (singing in the dead of night)

Blackbird singing 

in the dead of night

Take these broken wings 

& learn

to fly

All your life

You were only waiting 

for this moment to arise.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly

Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Take these sunken eyes 

& learn 

to see 

All your life
You were only waiting 

for this moment 

to be 

free.

LILIES OF THE MOON

I must not forget. 

Why do I always forget? 

I am guided. 

I am protected. Even in the dead of night. 

I am guided & protected. 

At all times. Even in the dead of night. 

I am guided & protected.

Even in the dead of night.

GLASS ORB

Three in the morning. The city silent. Even the cars sleep. I am alone but not lonely. The quiet angels of the dead of night are cowled in the shadows,  dark wings folded, they watch over me. I am guided & protected. The moon, full as a crystal ball,  motionless...  high in the cobalt blue. One still point. A fulcrum. Breathless. This moment is enough. There is nothing to add. Nothing to take away. Be still my restless spirit. Be still.

RAVEN

I never knew about the raven till  I went north of the Arctic Circle. The Raven humbled me. Humans see themselves as superior beings… lords of this world. Raven teaches me we are simply part of an intricate, intertwined web of sentient beings. Ravens are aware…. perhaps more aware than we are. They play. They fly like the wind itself. They are resourceful. They adapt. They survive. They thrive in hardship. They are of their environment but also above & beyond this mortal realm. Their feathers are black as the moonless night. Their eyes shine like neutron stars. The Raven is the ambassador of “the true North, strong & free” where you can actually see the the stars at night. When I grow weary of the stacked, airless cubicles we live in, I think of the Raven & I know it is going to be alright.