Submitted to SiS’s Daily Haiku Challenge: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/p/haiku-challenge.html
Shapeshifting
today I am horse
surging power trampling fear
carry me onward
just a lowly frog
croaking humble songs of praise
ever mindful love
butterfly woman
eternal transformation
beyond death’s darkness
at last I’m eagle
soaring to mountainous realms
touching the Divine.
Submitted to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
This week’s theme is language, signs and symbols. Because I have spent much of my life in areas graced by Native American culture and spirituality, I am so aware of the many lessons taught through careful observation of the role of nature in our lives. Birds, in particular, seems to come to me–both in nature and in dreams and they are said to be messengers of the Divine. I try to attune to what they may be here to teach me. This poem touches on the symbolism of a few of the bird totems.
Feathered Totems
I am…
the cawing Raven
crying magic, mystery,
circling your life with
power of creation.
I am…
the brilliance of the Eagle
spanning space between the earth
and sky, carrying your spirit
to the top of distant mountains.
I am…
the lowly mourning Dove
echoing the sound of longing
deep within your emptiness
that God alone can fill.
I am…
the joy of Hummingbird
dancing in the morning dew,
drinking golden nectar,
nourishing your soul.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 