I thoroughly enjoy watching bears and ravens interact, unlikely friends though they may be. Yet they exist as buddies, the ravens always careful to give the grizzly enough space.
Cloud warrior touches stone To hang impossibly high, Knows the earth in ways That escape us in our Great awkwardness. Cloud warrior does not fly With the freedom of the eagle, But his feet nearly have wings, I see them dancing the cliffs Merging rocks …
Stirrings of the spirit Shimmer in translucent air, Something comes quietly, Great changes carried With the soft touch Of a feather. Transformation ripples And cascades in unstoppable Torrents of energy.