Head Breath - Rantings
H e a d B r e a t h
I love the sound of birds
Screaming . . . out to the sky
. . . as if it were listening.
They have to be carried-off into the wind
to heal the stranded. [ their cries, I mean ]
Yet, these are no sad cries.

They are fresh reminders for higher spirits to awaken
Within this land of forgetfulness.
How we so easily abandon our sacred realm.
Digesting these poisoned influences, written-off
As trickery & violation. Serene meditation is a spirit's fuel.
Drink from the universe again.
It must be practiced to enhance clarity.

Hills stand tall . . . so should you.
Wisdom cannot exist w/out awareness.
Yet, awareness alone holds no promise.
All eyes must be open! Not just the ones in your face.
Remember the cause. Silent words of peace in the woods
& the water that revives the happy You and puts
The wicked 1 to rest at last!