“A falcon’s flight to love”
The wind has a voice that beckons me.
Wings out stretched, I am lifted into flight as I answer that call.
Gliding on gentle winds that cradle me from the ground,
which also beckons me.
I survey both the harsh land and the gentle sky.
I am pulled between these two worlds.
The land, with it rolling hills, jagged rock and soft grasses, offers me those things that nourish my body.
The wind, with its ever-changing nature, and unpredictable dangers, leads me to places unknown, but feeds my spirit.
As I survey the land from the sky above, I see there, standing a hand out reached, waiting and still..
It is nothing I had ever seen before. I come closer with caution and curiosity.
Hair, like wheat grass in late autumn, eyes like the sky I love.
I am drawn to her as I am drawn into to flight.
She offers me a strong steady perch upon her gloved hand.
She speaks to me as if we have been connected all this time; since the beginning of time.
She tethers me and yet I do not feel trapped.
She covers my eyes and yet I do not feel blind.
I am bound to her but I do not feel the pain of capture.
She is the middle of both worlds and yet I do not fear her.
She takes nothing and yet gives to me a place to land and be still; to be challenged and to be whole
She knows the world is for all of us, a duality and yet does not work to clip my wings nor deny me the calling of the wind.
For her, I have an ever-lasting loyalty, love and contentment in this home with her.
I serve her and protect her.
She is my heart and lives within my spirit.
She is my home and my safe place.
My flight is for her, as is my return.
She is the one my spirit calls Master.
The day that these two spirits are connected
12 noon, November 1, 2008
Niagara- on –the- lake Canada ON