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The Eagle Mentality

Survival Consciousness

Some birds talk too much, and they can’t fly very high
As compared to the eagle. At high altitude
And in silence, the eagle flies mostly alone
Or with other eagles. It is not all that prone
To engage in small chatter. What it has pursued
Has no chance of survival. Indeed it will die.

Keep good company is the lesson to be learned.
Eagles can focus on something as far away
As three miles. They have vision and are persistent
Fear in them is naturally nonexistent
They welcome challenges in pursuing their prey.
With all obstacles, they will remain unconcerned.

When storm clouds gather the eagles get excited.
The wind lifts them and lets them give rest to their wings.
Other birds hide in branches until all has passed.
High above the clouds, the eagle’s vision is vast.
Contrast is part of life. To everyone it brings
Chances for your desires to become ignited.

The eagle does not scavenge. It eats only that
Which it has killed itself, meaning do not rely
On successes of others. Leave your comfort zone.
Anything in the past you can well leave alone.
Don’t let the raging storm keep you from flying high.
Focus only on things that you want to look at.

A Blue Jay’s Visit

Mischievous Messenger

There can be no disturbance like that of a bird
Who’s become a winged messenger of the divine.
Like the clear sky is blue with some whiteness of cloud,
The blue jay’s colors match it. That’s why it is proud.
For your visit I’ve waited. You are a sure sign
That the words that I need to hear soon will be heard.

Petrified am I often of sudden noises
Loud and shrill, they’re a nuisance. I can’t get much done
When the country is high on bombs bursting in air.
I was there once, but this time it wouldn’t be fair
To the brave who have fallen. I celebrate none
Of the grossly ironic that life proposes.

But that damned cackling blue jay is at my front door
Making such a commotion. At first I’m annoyed
At it’s utter audacity at audio.
My first thought is that this frigging creature must go.
But then it occurs to me it must be employed
By the angels in heaven where I’ve been before.

I am told that in boldness I must carry on
And defend my position vociferously.
Time for shyness is over. I haven’t grown meek.
I am guided by spirit by now. All I seek
Is the means to remain open and completely
In the hands of divinity as is the dawn.