(I shared this poem with someone the other day but thought it appropriate to share it with you all) This eagles feather This eagles feather is sacred given selflessly as an act of release it holds memory of heaven a place above the earth where god is noticeable stretched like an infinite light that contains everything This holy tool that reaches your hands is a pure form of medicine touched by the eyes of the creator it can help you see beyond yourself, beyond the universe where truth is to be found Standingdeer
great poem. it reminds me of that vulture's feather I found, i still have it, right over there on the shelf. reminds me of death, and in so doing, of life
I think you were an indian in a past life. I enjoy reading your poetry. It's very peaceful and calming.
