A morning crow on a treetop
caws out to me.
A morning crow,
I see you.
I hear you on the highway.
A morning crow,
Why are you alone?
Why do the mornings reveal you?
Why do you humble me?
A morning Crow,
What is the right question?
Tell me what to witness.
You do not beg to witness while
bleeding midnight into my sunrise.
Ashen bubbles pop on sight —
the deep surrendering within.
Then tepid rivers touch my bones,
but I never feel a chill.
A morning crow,
My third eye whirls.
Even though thinking drowns my gut,
intuition still cradles every breath.
I hear you.
On the threshold of my day…
Is it alignment?
Is it serendipity?
Is it coincidence?
Nothing to say.
No message to pass.
You don't see me, crow.
But we share this moment
All the same.
Maybe there is an invisible force between humans - between every living being - that quietly connects our perceptions. Not a force we can measure or name, but something that passes beneath words, beneath gestures, beneath the visible world.
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