I'm going into the WAY BACK machine for this one. September 25, 2007. That's more than 10 years ago. The reason I'm going here is because a barred owl was calling outside of my window last night. I opened the window and called back. The exchange went on for a bit and then I stopped answering. She came back and called a while later. I always enjoy being able to communicate with a wild creature. The genesis for this poem was complicated... too complicated to revive and relive. It was a beautiful time, a time of learning and a time of healing for me. I had a wonderful teacher. He was very patient. I'm afraid I wasn't always a good student, yet, he was patient. This is just one of the things that I created during that time. This poem is something that I have been thinking about. It is no mistake that the owl came when she did.
Maybe the owl is back as my totem:
When the owl shows up in your life, pay attention to the
winds of change. Perhaps you are about to leave some old habits, a situation
that no longer serve you or bring something new in your life. Only time will tell. Time to listen, time to reflect.
The Owl's Song
The owl,
she flies in search of love
on quiet wings
at night
A silent journey
that she makes
quite often
out of sight
She makes her roost
high upon a branch
the whole wood
for to see
Sends out her cry
for all to hear
reaching none
but me
"Why is your heart
so heavy dear
burdened with
such sorrow
Open up the door
and let love in
start living for tomorrow"
I listen to her
wise old song
echoing through
the wood
Her words I wish
that I knew how-
I'd go there
if I could
I listen harder
searching inside
my heart that
seems so still
I feel a little flutter
resonating deep
a feeling like
no other
I cry back to her
so silently
"I don't' know how
to love again"
Each time I do
I stand alone
much to my
sorrow and chagrin
The wise old owl
she presses on
with what she has
to say
"My dear just
go and search your soul-
true love
will come your way"
As I turn
to go to bed
I think about
her words
The wise old owl
has made me think
about what love
affords
I smile a grin
as large as life
to myself
inside the dark
The owl is right
she knows the truth
of how to mend
a broken heart
I hear her song
one last time
echoing through
the wood
She flies away
so silently
content, I
understood