Poetry

Silent Keepers of Many Secrets

Silent Keepers of Many Secrets

 

Tonight my mind comes to an abrupt stop

In the quiet stillness, divination begins to speak

 

Through the silence, I can finally see…

 

Transcendent beings flap their wings

Executing perfect circles around me

I am stuck at the roots of this old oak tree

 

Feeling its energy begin to engulf me, I wait

 

Closing my eyes I hear an autumn cry

As the wind picks up the leaves are set about

Rustling with powerful forces among the night sky

 

A bird lands in the palm of my hand

 

I feel a sense of belonging as we lock eyes

Its wings are frayed

I can feel its age

 

In my most vulnerable state

I look into its sacred space

Past its white feathers

 

Far deeper into the matters of its heart

I stand face to face with something

Beyond intellectual understanding:

 

Time ceases to exist

In this place of peace

I learn what it means

Not to speak

 

Witnessing a soul

That has rid itself of egotistical thoughts

and humanistic patterns

 

A rare beauty unfolds within me

 

Overwhelmed, I force myself from this meditative state

Only to return to my still body sitting under an old oak

Watching the stars in the backdrop as the old bird flew away

 

I only know what I know now from what I learned that day

 

The birds and the trees

Hold the heart of this planet

Deep inside, they are beings of light

 

Their sense of self in the universe is divine

Cultivating perfection in their everyday, abstract existence

 


 

Photo by Aranya Steinmeyer

 


 

Published by Celina Cavazos

Celina has high hopes of a career in the medical field. No matter how much technology she is surrounded by, she finds time to dwell in nature. Hiking is her favorite pass time and now that she is a mom, her daughter comes along too!

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