Sitting on the shore watching the waves crash on my soul.
I look in the yander, where the moon meets the horizon.
Snow capped mountains in the distant.
Taller than life,
shorter than love.
A hawk circles its prey,
and settles down on an ocean island.
But for who?
The only thing I see is a bamboo shute,
going where the hawk is sitting.
Its brownish red feathers and a golden beak.
I watch, as it leaves its perch and circles again,
before landing by me.
Following me, as I up and leave.
I feel safe, as I am watched by nature.
that the ocean and sky are there for each other.
Feeding off one another for life and existance,
I see now,
the spirit guide.
Whose eyes are sharp and sees all.
I will never be alone...
January 15, 2001