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,
too much static to hear…
with no GPS to rely on..
the only answer is to be quiet and listen to Love.