Eagle Spirit
Whenever I close my eyes to meditate,
or my soul drifts in the dream world,
an eagle spirit visits me;
it sits on an oak tree branch,
and stares at me as though it's known
me for eons, which it has.
Suddenly it flies straight into my chest,
in form of a white ball of light!
Whenever the eagle spirit flies into me,
I can see the progress of my intuition,
strength, courage and tact. I can see
who I am, without anyone's perceptions.
Just as the way an eagle grows a new beak
and new feathers in pain in the sun,
I weep deep within my soul,
learning and unlearning in cycles
what it means to be a spiritual being,
with a human experience.....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
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