Within a dream,
a hawk above
gently rides
patterns in the wind.
Seeing this,
my dream-self
whispers:
Higher perspective.
Trusting the flow.
Hunting...poems.
The dream-hawk circling
comes to rest in a nest
high atop a sentinel pine.
I awake
from my nap
on the shaded rocks.
An instant later,
circling above
on this side of the veil,
a hawk
of the realm
of mountains and rivers.
The hawk glides down,
alights upon a sunlit pine;
inner world
outer world
one.
Hawk of the Pines is the digital nest for the contemplative arts and poetry of Frank LaRue Owen
Hawk of the Pines is the digital nest for the contemplative arts and poetry of Frank LaRue Owen