a crows song for my friend Nozeal

I sit here among the rocks and pebbles; I try ponder the lifelessness that surrounds this baron bed on which I lie.
But the relentless howling of the wind breaks my train of thought at every given opportunity,
as if to mock my attempts at gaining a foothold on my internal precipice.
Another gust blows an angry blast around my ears and I think;
Even if I do make purchase on my inner space how and where will I travel?
Again a bellow from the clouds disturbs me.
This time with an accompanying whistle, I cannot feel the rhythm of the day the rhyme and reason escape me,
I am at a loss. I sigh outwardly in frustration at the wind, and to me it seems to understand. My whisper for an instant seems to be louder than the spiralling uncontrollable blusters that have been plaguing me.
Another angry gust is thrown at me but this time I breathe it in,
I fill my lungs with its power and absorb the noise; a louder more aggressive sound tries to beat me down,
But as I take this one in to consume it, I sense something else within it, I exhale and breathe in again.
This time I place all of my awareness to the illusive something hidden in the breeze. My mind closes in and clasps onto it.
It lifts me up and carry’s me high above the torment of the wind. It is the distant cawing of a crow.
I watch her spread her wing tips wide, like fingers playing music in the air,
I concede that she knows better than I about such things and I ask that she take me with her.
With few graceful glides over my head and a cawing of recognition I feel she has agreed and I close my eyes.
I breathe deep expanding my lungs; I listen to the soft distant song of the crow. She sings me away from the rocks and down to the low ebbing tide as it is about to flood,
Her song now only a light percussion to the low swoosh swoosh’s of the far off waves.
Waves seeming to somehow perfectly match the ventilation of this mortal coil, with one last heavenly caw from the crow and a breath of salted sound from the ocean to my soul. I felt my feet touch the darkness of inner space. I thank the crow for her song. That is after all only wise.
Now I must journey long and alone, and perhaps that will lead me to enlightenment.

Peace my friends, and to my enemies I ask that you walk with me in darkness toward the light.


“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”
Lao Tzu