Flight With An Eagle

I feel him close around me his warmth penetrates melts my fears and stirs we lift slowly quietly into the east flame greets us fire the first of the five air the second pushes against me seeking entrance into my lungs fills me with the scents of a thousand mornings but none like this since the dawn of time below water the third blue the first created myriad moods swell reach up then falls back into itself sing the songs of Yemaya he breathes deeply and soars my arms safe surround we dive to white caps playing now earth the fourth greens to boggle my senses then brown of camel humped desert dunes wander nomadic before the winds buries civilizations exposes ancient bones sprawling cities insignificant as we soar again higher and higher still past the crags of Qomolangma mother goddess of the earth his heart beats calmly against my breast this Eagleman who carries me as we leave the earth through mountain corridors ranged like pillars at the entrance of Valhalla the world shrinks into a pin dot poked through a sheet of the blackest before here the old ones dwell the people of the sky last is spirit the fifth direction he has shown me all that is and now what is to come