Medicine Crow

bird shape darkness

cookie cutter

edged on blue opalescence

 

It pedalled,

fluttered its feathered ailerons

gainst’ the current

 

Upwards it trailed

w' my awed thoughts

on some gossamer thread:

my very own crow kite

keeping pace with the train

 

It wheels away

trailing more thread

then settles,

kicks a little

snags mongst the tussock

A ruffle

then rest

 

The line trails,

whips lazily

settles

w' no more handle in mind

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"It pedalled,
Fluttered, its feathered ailerons
Gainst’ the current.

Upwards it trailed
W/ my awed thoughts
On some gossamer thread:
My very own crow kite,"
An amazing description along with the comparison to thoughts where both on gossamer thread...You do those things so good...:)

[L.Edward]

Why thank you kindly for your time good sir. Many blessings.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...Any time...:)

[Mother Maggie]

With that same gossamer thread we connect and dance with the universe and the kite with its string become the stairway to the All.

[wordwarrior]

What a beautiful spiritual journey this is. Just watching a kite interact with natures whims is always breathtaking.
Your imagery is so wonderful and took me on that spiritual journey with nature.
Lovely writing indeed.

[L.Edward]

Thank you for your supportive energy and intuition. Even though this was written long ago, it keeps evoking a vivid sense of spirituality for me.

[wordwarrior]

As it did in me! Loved it!

[Pryde Foltz]

The crow is a symbol of knowledge and death. Your crow kite is your soul and it travels on other planes. It sees and experience what your physical self does not. When the kite string is cut...

[L.Edward]

Wow! Thank you for such an insight provoking review.

...could be symbolic of the understanding that the higher-self can't fly properly when it is bound down with conceptual labels "handles."

At the time when I wrote this one, the meaning was quite literal and like a lot of my stuff in hindsight, the higher self can be seen expressing itself even when I wasn't aware that it exsisted.

I have looked back though some of my earliest works and found them seemingly full of prophecies about my much latter life and expressing an eeire symbolic grasp of concepts and life-events whose truths I had not (and could not have had) even the slightest inkling of at that time.

I believe that this could be an illustration of the ability of conciousness to recognise and communicate with itself in non-linear and non-rational ways. (transcending time and space)

I believe that works of art such as writing, paintings, sculpture and architecture etc. serve as anchor points for "wormholes," though which conciousness can communicate with itself.

Based on my experience of meditating on Mandalas this seems to be one of the functions of Buddhist Art: to connect the meditator with the unconcious contents of lineage masters across time and space.

By integrating the imagery of others into our mind, it seems that we can communicate quite literally with unconcious content of the artist's mind based on engagement with certain symbolic rules of interaction as expressed by that artist's individual contribution though the collective conciousness.

[Pryde Foltz]

Like I always say to a friend of mine, don't confuse inspiration with meaning, they are connected but not always the same. If you are being true and are connected then don't be surprised if you end up with a piece that goes beyond what you intended.

[L.Edward]

Yes, good point. Well put.

[MikeV]

Nice write my friend! :) i enjoyed this read very much

[L.Edward]

Glad you dug it brother! If you've got a minute have a look at the reply above. Pryde's comment triggered some interesting insight.

[John]

quirky, delightful and child-like like a painting by Miro translated into words.

[L.Edward]

Cheers brother. I like the idea of having my stuff compared to a painting. Every line a stroke and every word a shade of colour.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Tremendous writng here, there is a fascinated child and an equally observant adult spectator speaking ( the same being), rich and unusual use of vocabulary, excellent poetry I think, I mean, the real stuff; Really Great!

[L.Edward]

Cheers for the read!