It appeared in a dream
A white feathered leaf
It floated down from the sky
Along with red flames
Strands of colored light
And crimson seed pods.
She knew this was an important message
A white feathered leaf.
The anxiety had begun again
A nervousness, a tightness in her chest
She did not understand.
She began to dream of birds and
Lands where the rain washes all
The darkness away with gold light
She had learned there were delights in the shadows
Her hunger for connection was in the darkness
She began to see
Began to trust what was veiled between
The layers of knowing.
The garden had begun to grow again, flourishing within
This new light held in the sky of midnight
She could feel the warmth inside
The coolness of Black Night and
Began to deeply trust what she could not see
But could feel their presence quietly within.
It was in a dream that she remembered
how to recall the songs of the spirit bird
that had visited her all those dark nights
under the moonless sky
Thankful of the night vision
Her great-grandmother’s gift.
She found it hard to maintain the lightness of being
She had longer for
So she decided to try to fly,
Fly inside herself where
She had been afraid to journey
But now she was ready to begin
To trust
She had gone out on a limb before
But somehow she had lost her confidence,
Fearful of taking the risks
Her heart longed for
But today something shifted and she knew
It was time for a change,
Time to leap, to take the risk.
Questioning all the answers given,
They were prepared to travel confidently
Towards this new world
This way be being
They have the power to take you where no one else can
A new kind of Promised Land
That leads from the unfamiliar
It was late in the evening when she first heard
The song softly calling her to listen
As she stood below the moonless sky
Wanting to memorize the melody
That rang so true
Without any words.
There came a time when the messengers were everywhere
But strangely not everyone could see them and
Not everyone believed that they were real
The ones that could see these messengers were
Very quiet about their experiences
There new way of seeing
Together they shared a faith in things
that could not be seen
Trusting what they felt
Always reassured by poets, dancers, and musicians
That this human language is necessary
It was a time out of time, almost like being in a dream
But it was real time whatever that meant
Swirling around
Spiraling in and out
She did not want to lose herself in this current
This river of newness
She wanted to take her armor off while still being protected
Endowed with winds, she knows no boundaries,
No borders to restrain her
She carries a strong voice
Filled with her own song
The wonders of her songs speak to everyone
If only they would d listen
With their hearts and not their minds souly.
It had been a difficult year
Accompanying her towards death
Was an unexpected road
She had never traveled
But as she journeyed deeper into this rite
This most holy experience
She realized her life had prepared her
Was it a charmed flight or a feathered dream
She did not want to wake from.
Until she knew for sure what was.
Or was this an opening into something beyond now
She could not tell what was true as her world was not real.
Curious all the ways we travel
Looking for new perspective
New ways of being
New ways of seeing the world
The world outside ourselves
The world within ourselves
Explorer of both, she is not fearful of death.
There have been times when they both through they had had enough
The sky heavy with darkness and misunderstanding
At time not able, no willing to face each other
But not ready to give up
Looking for new sight. New beginnings.
She was there all along
but the surrounding noise kept her hidden
Out of sight. Invisible. Undetectable.
But it was time so she began
to fly closer and sing louder
So that the darkness would not be so frightening.
She was tired of being alone
Even though she was not lonely
She loved her own company
But longed to share life with another human
Someone who would understand,
comfort, encourage, laugh and cry with her.