You are Not Alone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAyKJAtDNCw


What a great spirit....

Yes, he was, his intentions, though he appears mixed-up, the spirit that gave him the voice, the choice of what to sing about wasn't! Here is a poem Spirit told me to add as White Eagle always watches over me and those of good intentions. This was directed at me, but you can change the word Willy to Melissa and or thousands of other names, too!:

SITTING QUIETLY
by TwoHawk Speaking for White Eagle

I SIT QUIETLY IN MY CHAIR
STARING SOFTLY
AT THE SHADOWS ON THE WALL.
DOWN THE SMALL, NARROW HALLWAY OF MY HEART
AN OIL LAMP BURNS BRIGHTLY.
THE SHADOWS DON'T SEEM TO FLICKER,
NOR DOES THE LIGHT.
THE OIL RISING IN ITS WICKER
NEVER SEEMS TO END.
THE LAMP IS NOT FILLED
WITH AN OIL YOU MIGHT SUSPECT.
IT IS FILLED WITH A DIFFERENT OIL.
AN ELIXER NEVER SPENT.
NEVER PAID FOR.
NEVER WASTED, NOT A SINGLE DROP.

A CATCH OF SPIRIT
I NEVER HAD TO GO FISHING FOR
FOR IT WAS GIVEN TO ME
THE MOMENT OF MY BIRTH.
THE OIL OF MY LAMPLIGHT
HAS MY NAME IN IT,
NOT ONE ENGRAVED
ON THE PRETTY GLASS BOWL
IN WHICH IT SITS.
YOU CAN BARELY MAKE IT OUT
WHILE ITS STILL IN THE BOWL.
WHEN IT RISES UP AND WETS THE WICKER
THEN YOU CAN SEE IT REAL CLEAR
IT CURLS UP THE COTTON LIKE
A DANCING SNAKE FEARLESSLY.
THE WICKER GIVES IT UP GRUDGINGLY
BUT THE AIR TAKES IT TO HEART
WHEN THE FLAME IS LIT.
I CAN'T PUT IT OUT, DON'T WANT TO
ITS THE ETERNAL FLAME
FROM AN ANCIENT LAMP
THAT HAS A FABULOUS HISTORY BEHIND IT
BUT NO REAL FAME ATTACHED TO IT.
YOU SEE, THE OIL LAMP, THE ETERNAL FLAME
AND THE OIL THAT KEEPS IT LIT
ARE ONE AND THE SAME.
ITS A VOICE FROM A FAR
CALLING OUT MY NAME.
OH CHILD OF LIGHT
BLAZING THE PATH OF DARKNESS
BRINGING GLORY TO THE UNFORGOTTEN
THE WAYWARD AND THE LAME.
YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO SIT THERE NOW, SITTING QUIETLY IN YOUR CHAIR. YOU HAVE DONE WHAT WAS ASKED OF YOU, TO CARE FOR THOSE UNABLE TO SEE, TO REACH OUT FROM BELOW THE SURFACE THROUGH TUNNELS OTHERS DARE NOT SPEAK. TO TEACH US ALL HOW TO SURVIVE THE FALL. YOU HONOR ME TOO MUCH, GRANDMOTHER WITH THOSE KIND WORDS. NO I DON'T, WILLY. YOU HAVE WORKED HARD, DAY IN AND DAY OUT. YOU ARE DOING THAT NOW AS YOU TYPE DOWN THESE POEMS. OF COURSE THEY'RE WRITTEN IN THE SKY. OF COURSE THEY WERE SAID BEFORE YOU WERE BORN. OF COURSE THAT IS SO. BUT HEARING YOU REPEAT THEM BRINGS JOY TO MY HEART AND TO ALL THE ANCESTORS. ONE DAY THEY'LL GET PUBLISHED, AND THOUSANDS WILL HEAR THEM, THOUSANDS MORE WILL READ THEM, MILLIONS CHEERING YOU ON. HAWKS AND EAGLES WHO NEVER STOP FLYING AMAZE EVERYONE. ELKS WHO NEVER STOP BELLOWING, OR KEEP RUNNING FOREVER WILL SOON RUN OUT OF BREATH, FALL DOWN AND DIE. BUT YOU'RE NO ELK. USE ELK'S MEDICINE SPARINGLY. POETS WHO KEEP ON WRITING, KEEP WORKING BLOWING WHISTLES, KEEP WEEPING AND CRYING, KEEP LAUGHING AND TRYING LIVE ON!

AHO. THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAN ASSISTS YOU, THE SISTERHOOD OF TRUTH CANNOT RESIST YOU. THE COMMUNITY OF SOULS HEARS YOU. NEED WE SAY MORE? I WILL. IT"S CALLED THANK YOU!

THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAN ASSISTS YOU, THE SISTERHOOD OF TRUTH CANNOT RESIST YOU. THE COMMUNITY OF SOULS HEARS YOU. NEED WE SAY MORE? I WILL. IT"S CALLED THANK YOU!

THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAN ASSISTS YOU, THE SISTERHOOD OF TRUTH CANNOT RESIST YOU. THE COMMUNITY OF SOULS HEARS YOU. NEED WE SAY MORE? I WILL. IT"S CALLED THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HEARS MY VOICE, EVEN THOSE WHO DON'T!!!!

Sometimes, a little piano music does it for me (chasin' the blues away) and I'm feelin' lonely: