I stir, ravens breath Stir my memories upwards Odin’s messengers
Leaves upon a plant Open, shine gold in the night Golden eyes watch me
Alive like water Dead and empty like the sky The two meet as one
In a meld of stars Melt into being, Iris See no in-between
I am a young boy White red flags caught in a breeze Black wolf approaches
Amber and blue glass Eye of a peacock feather See as I see you
Step back, jump in now No breath, a shock goes up me My legs go in first
Morning lifts me up Meditation brings past pain Focus on the now
My practice and rest…
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by GMW
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