Earlier the journey from the shimmering lake to the summit of the towering peak
The sun had barely lifted into the sky,
The icy chill of a sleepy dawn still pervaded the mountain air
Then the piercing cry of the eagle … the king on its throne watching the visitor
Two old friends reunited … it had been too long since the meeting high in the sky.
Now the shrieks of the coyotes in the valley far below
The spiralling dance of the vultures in the air
A threatening foreboding adds an extra chill to the lifting wind
Mists form like phantoms on the lake, shades of menace manifesting …
Signs of warning as the darkness appears to have penetrated the sacred space.
Talks-with-shadows lifts his hands into the chilling air
Silently.
Expertly … making incantations in the air
A blue glow enveloping him
The mighty king taking human form
The two summoning the mind door
Which opens before them
Along the blue corridor they wander
Slowly.
In unison they summon the ancient forces of power
Calling neither white nor black …
Sensing grey … they call upon the balanced polarity
Calling upon the mechanisms of magic to even the imbalance
Returning back to the summit of the towering peaks
Man and eagle witnessing the mighty lighting storm
Great bolts of lightning crashing down to the valley below
Huge waves wandering across the lake … white horses of might
An awesome cacophony of thunder … and the storm dissolves suddenly
Then there is calm …
And the magic returns to the air
The feeling of peace and of serenity surrounds the man
The eagle with piercing gaze …
The man sensing … safety has once more been restored.
---Matthew James
