Back on the bird's wing once moreFeeling the freedom of the sunlight air
High above the tapestry of human expression
Attuned with the sage's of time
My awareness of the human forgotten
I soar ...
Over mountain, lake, field, shore
Feeling the surge of memory
Restore this beleagured essence
Recovering the intelligence beyond
Aware of the portal
The doorway which brought me into this illusion
It is close, not far away
And this changeling perspective
Makes me realise
It is the thoughts we carry within us
That mould the reality of our daily lives
Humans limit themselves to be human
Sages expand their awareness
By accepting the ritual of life
Dancing as all forms of creation
Feeling and living
As the soaring bird
As the hunting wolf
As the gentle deer
As the growling bear
I remember now
As I drift across the shimmering sands
Towards the crashing, falling waters
The maelstrom the human knows
It is taught to recognise the waterfall
Here is where the portal lies
Within the confusion is calm
Beyond this chaos is the still
Entry to the other worlds
There where the mind attacks
That which it is taught to fear
Into the crashing madness
The Merlin is plunging
Drawn to close
The end arrives
And it resumes the human
Back into the dream.
