Everyone goes into the forest to seek their tree.
Whether it is a coffin or door is a mystery to all.
Today is my day to walk into the forest.
Shall I bring food?
Or perhaps a death shroud?
Both grow heavier on my back with every step I take toward my uncertain future.
The cool, soft forest air soothes and ushers me onward.
My tree calls to me patiently.
Once near the gnarled, hard oak, I reach forth with gentle courage.
The ancient dust slides off my back as I shift and waken.
Lumbering forward, I barely notice the myriad of skulls my talons crush into powder.
The sun calls to me and I deeply breathe in the warmth to fill the hollow spaces of my bones.
Tornadoes form from the first few beats of my wings as I rise above the inevitable ensuing destruction.
Crisp, bright air enlivens me as does the plane of silence I soar within.
I shift my weight and the ocean is soon below me.
Drifting easily on salty airwaves, I put all my focus on the water until I find him.
His shadow grows within the water as does mine on the serene surface – so we see one another now.
I spread my talons toward the rising tentacles and we once again struggle in the Final Dance To Begin All Things Again.
If I had bones, they would screech as I slowly stretch my body for the first time in a thousand ages.
I wake on time, without fail, and the waterstream movements confirm my infallibility.
Reaching out in all directions, I sense my domain.
All are running away, as they should.
My hunger fuels me toward my purpose.
Several easy glides take me half a world away.
I spot the shadow above as it shifts from a drifting tiny dot to one with purpose.
Ah, I’m seen as well.
And so we begin, again.
*the art in this photo was created by Desarae Lee*