Homer the Great!
White-Eyes
In winter
all the singing is
in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird
with its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the
branches.
Like any of us
he wants to go to sleep,
but he's restless—
he has an
idea,
and slowly it unfolds
from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake.
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to
last.
So, it's over.
In the pine-crown
he makes his
nest,
he's done all he can.
I don't know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering
beak
tucked in a white wing
while the clouds—
which he has summoned
from the north—
which he has
taught
to be mild, and silent—
thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like
stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has
turned itself
into snow.
MARY OLIVER
OC
Kin 250: White Electric Dog
I activate in order to love
Bonding loyalty
I seal the process of heart
With the electric tone of service
I am guided by the power of timelessness
I am a polar kin
I establish the white galactic spectrum.
Begin 65-day Dog Season of Love. White Galactic Spectrum. All of life, every molecule, every grain of sand, has the seed of pre-conscious, unconscious or conscious unity within.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.
Svadhistana Chakra (Kali Plasma)
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