Eagles in Alaska

Skinwalkers and Me
by TwoHawk Speaking for White Eagle

The Endless Sky shall be my highway, said Eagle
The Unknown my destination
No milage markers. I have no benchmarks or road signs to guide me forward
To mark my progress along The Way. And yet

Subservient to darkness, Skinwalkers still
Wander aimlessly in the light
As though heaven is somewhere else
As though the now will end at night

Bondage to the longing for The Song
Between body and soul in this life
To break down, cease to exist
Is but another form of slavery.

Light does not need its shadow to confirm its existence,

Yet The Skinwalkers do not see
An end to our Nightwalk
Cannot imagine The Dawn of Creation's insistence it
Will always be there in the end. That's it's only truth.

The Wind does not need The Trees to remind itself of the ever present music
It whispers to the leaf, "You are my friend.
We are free to roam together
Where we will."

The Endless Sky shall be my highway
The Unknown my destination
No milage markers. I have no benchmarks or road signs to guide me forward
To mark my progress along The Way.

The ground yet to cover
And the obstacles that do exist
Like the things I have found in this life
Are still a mystery to me.

I leave them all behind
To lighten my burden.
No one makes promises that
Burdens will fade into the sunset

My Journey has no sunsets.
It is always marked with newness every day
I orbit slowly around my own fateful sun
Someone else won The Race towards it long ago.
I merely wipe the sweat from my face, my loins each and every night
Retracing my steps to where My Journey began: The Golden Light At Dawn!

Aho!