The Eagle’s Cry

An unbroken arrow flies true to the target
The sweet smoke of pure offerings rise into the still air
Carried along by a gentle breeze
Words of the absolute come echoing in answer
To unspoken prayer
The eagle cries its freedom
Calling to the sun

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