Where I live
The crows fly twice
Once at dawn
Again at dusk
From and to
Their nightly roost
By the thousands they fly
A twice daily parade
With potent energy
In the morning
A somber homecoming
In the evening
They fly
By the thousands they fly
A twice daily parade
With potent energy
In the morning
A somber homecoming
In the evening
They fly
The old iron
Rust
Pitted
Flaked
Like me
Still strong
But often the most revealing view
Is when the light of the inner world
Reflects right back to me
I strive for healing
And the world becomes
Healers and the healing
Compassion, grace and service
Gather here in peace
Quieting your mind
Listen for my voice
The wisdom of the ancients
I remind myself
While some have said
The light at tunnel’s end
Is an illusion
I demand
You deny
I beg
You withhold
I am quiet
You listen
I am still
You approach
Sometimes I feel so luminous
As if anyone
Everyone
Can see my inner light
possibility
options
choices
consequence
that is life
it can be difficult
to find the branches
which lead to the light