..........The Osprey And The Phoenix Poem by elysabeth faslund

Osprey. Eagle tossed in name, heart.
Talon-comb clouds through my hair, that I float words,
Messages, down to Earth.
Snare peak thrones, high seats of knowledge.
Screech skies to oceans in search of wisdom...just that...
One glimpse.
Hours breathe quick Sight, quicker reality.

The mountain, motionless.
The mountain, in journey.
The mountain, gifting spirits to sit silent.
Through, around, quiet, within me
The mountain, bending Sight downward.

What, this morning worship of color? Newness?
I tell you...morning color resides in you. From within
You...color births creation newness.
Seek not sky-colors. You, the rays of infant Day.
Waters reflect you. Sky lives in your folded hand.
Open. Open.

What, this grief of sneaking Death? Closing eyes?
I tell you...Death resides in your eyes.
You choose to see Death in color shades.
See Darkness...and Death laughs negation
To Sight.

See behind Death. Above, below, the sides.
See all, know your answers.
There is no Death for Sight within you.
When your eyes open, Death exists not.
You are the answer. Always.
Always have been.

Spirits chatter, chittering 'yes'. Gabbling 'no'.
Spirits restless. Peaceful.
Spirits see you as spirits. Sit with me.
So short a time...this Forever.

Phoenix. Flap ashes aloft, aground.
Talon embers to my open hands.
I open Day for you.

Now...burn me.
Phoenix. Power of Fire...burn me in Life.
With Life. To Life.

With open eyes, we are Forever.
We are the
Phoenix.