[indigo]

I Fly With The Eagle.


I fly with the eagle,
A long side the master of breath,
We descend from the place of stars,
Down into the birth of dawn,
Our Mother celebrates a new day,
Father sky is all a glow,
Golden yellow, scarlet red,
The welcome is spread,
Words of silver are said,
By sight alone,
All is told with a spectacle of the Great Spirits creation,
Love glides across the shy,
Nothing has to be said by word,
Interpretation is there for those who look,
Understanding is there for those who think,
Consideration is there for those who forgive,
Forgiveness is there for those who are tolerant,
The Great Spirit and his messenger,
See through the mist,
Nothing escapes his notice,
All deeds brought to mind,
The flight of the Great Spirit, is swift and endless,
His flock of messengers are diligent,
Tireless devotion is their endeavor,
So be there for our Creator,
Be there our Mother the Earth,
Be there for each other.
Remember there watching.
My sacred vision my spiritual dream.
Osceola Birdman Waters