I stood as a tree in my time of trees.
I reached high, high, high up into the sky, for the Father of Summer was neigh.
My leaves were green and full of life.
My roots reached deep to find water and the richest soil.
My passion rushes me into the form of a squirrel, traversing a branch of a tree that was the form of my past existence.
My drive to ‘find’ drives me to the tip of the branch and with a leap I am in the air.
My tail spinning in a circle like the seed of a spruce tree as I make my way to the place below.
With a splash my breath is taken and I submerge into the depths of the ocean below.
A wave of relief passes over me as I pick up speed and race through the water as though I were the wind in the branches of the tree.
My skin is smooth and a dorsal fin grows out of my back and I find myself swimming with the brothers and sisters of my pod.
I am a dolphin.
With a thrust and a leap I am out of the water.
The sun glints off my skin as I flip and dive back into the water-ah what a rush- with a thrust and a leap I am back into the air.
I seize the instant to look about, my brothers and sisters join me as we take our brief glimpse of the world above and left in wonder as to the extent of its reaches.
Then back into the water again, this time I seek deep, deep into the darkness that seems endless below.
The temperature grows colder and a desire washes over me to know the above again.
I twist myself and point upwards, dig…dig…dig my tail pushes the water behind me.
The light grows and grows and with a final thrust the sound of water and bubbles are hushed as I push myself into the air.
There I climb, climb, climb high into the sky, my fins turn into feathers and I am now souring high in the form of an eagle.
Below me are the patched lands shaped by men’s’ hands.
Below I see the four foot pray, but I am not hunting them today.
Over my right shoulder is my brother, over my left shoulder is my sister.
Together they make me whole.
Together we fly on the wind and search for that which we want to come to know.
I dive down low and my wings are black and I come to know that I am a crow.
I land in a circle that I will know in the future and as a man.
I hop and look about, then up on the post I set myself to have a better view.
Off in the distance the sun reflects of sea, it is calling me.
With three calls and a hop into the air, it is not long that I realize I am there.
Head first into the water I fall, my beak falls silent only to be replaced by the roar of bubbles and I realize I no longer have hair.
My wings and my body extend, extend, extend to a point below me I cannot see.
Into the darkness below where things are that which I will soon know.
Down below my body extends below my canopy and I know that I am a jelly fish.
The convex side is solid and tough and protects me from the dangers I sometimes approach too quickly, all the while my under side prepares to feed and protect me.
Filled with ease I move about as I please.
I make my way towards the surface and see two feet suspended above me as they dance just below the surface.
The mass of the body that they are attached bobs as it makes its way along, above.
I reach the surface and find myself sensing the water as what were not my feet, now are.
My self awareness grows and I see that I am dressed in feathers again.
This time white opposite the night.
My neck is long and I see that I dawn as a swan.