Ancient Mantra

I am not always feeling it but my mind always knows

That beyond this illusion flies a mystic black Crow

Then I ponder the sky in which the Crow flies

In the eighth color clear of it all just outside

When I look who is watching and what is aware of that too?

When I sing, who is listening and what carries the tune?

As the question is asked the answer encoded within

And the high mountain peak is where it begins

To the void goes a howling from deep down in Wolf heart

A mantra so ancient that it ripples, to waves in ocean dark

To some his teeth smiling as they remember past lives

To others he threatens as they've believed their own lies

Every star is connected to each tiny grain of sand in your toes

A hexagram sparkle from a point on a pentagram shows

Buddha holding Krishna in the eye of a Fish on Wolf's nose

Cold, black, and wet reflecting a full moon as it glows

Cat whisker ray of sunlight through fluffy clouds down of Owls

Falls to colored leaves sailing winds from Wolf throat as he howls.

~ Four Eagles

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