overwhelmed and lost i turn to the crow beside to road,

looking for wisdom, i hear to hoots of the owl —

but all i understand are echoes 

of my own insecurities –

and the fact that this real owl and this real crow have no sage advice to sooth my wild ego –

they have stories of their own, mine is an intrusion.

.

The moon rises and the water glitters –

there is wisdom here, 

but

 too much static to hear…

with no GPS to rely on..

the only answer is to be quiet and listen to Love.