Incarnating the Spirit of An Eagle
It comes to me in wondrous visions...
when my untroubled consciousness
is at its highest and mellowest peak,
I watch it soar over the gleaming deep.
It's an eagle with strong beaks, keen sight
and long, wide wings that define its entity,
and I hold it very sacred incarnating its spirit:
so courageous, unyielding and stealthy.
If I observe eagles in their environment,
they will definitely impart a stunning truth:
they are as smart, alert and wise as I am;
and if they could talk, I would have a chat.
Is it wrong to confide in an eagle and be alike it?
Mankind has taken away their language with vanity...
by dominating them like other animals who fear them,
and they hide, refusing to communicate in any way.
I entrust my safety to the keenness and shrewdness
of my eagle: watching every movement and step I take,
and it returns with a new message for me to meditate;
and by assuring its survival, it promises me its guidance.
In each dream, a new vision unfolds and more revealing words
are spoken, showing me my destined path in life...the journey
I must take and soar on high as if it were reality, not imagery:
another sky so immense and bright is mine to discover with gladness.
Return eagle, and speak to me through nocturnal dreams...
warning me of threats and dangers from unseen, evil spirits;
I'll incarnate the same spirit, which God breathed into your distinct body,
and in accord with nature, our friendship will propagate more harmony.
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