I hear the drums beat
In the heat of the city streets
The sounds of world flutes
Fluttering curtains and leaves
Of the tall oak tree
Out the window of my room
A native chant calls with every flap
Carried upon a falcons back
Reminding me to look and see
Find the inner peace
That elevates me
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A few days ago, while driving an open area in Northern Arizona, I watched a large hawk circle and soar about. We certainly all must check ourselves, what’s within and what is missing.
Thank you.
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