The Raven’s Call: Surrender, And Join The Ring Of Power

BY LISA MARKS

Trees are different cloaked in white.
Wisdom elders drawing close,
hold us in their circle,
like a Taos painting I once saw.

Left palm aches to imagine
a community of power
in these distant woods
where winter lays a heavy hand.

This is the time.
Dark, cold moments
when power steps forth,
held by ancient ones
appearing as trees.

Spruce and cedar so tall,
I want to expand my length,
dance in their arms,
join these keepers of eternity.

Raven’s call resounds
through muffled woods,
drawing edges inward,
so all are present.
Even the towering pines
at Search Bay ride black wings
to the vision council.

This is about power.
Tree’s have power
in their deep-rooted stance.
I have power when I surrender
to what rises through me
and guides the way.

No choice but surrender,
death is assured
for all of us.
So why not?

Dance toward death
on the feet of power.
Dance toward death on
a planet exploding inward.
Cloak of power beyond grasp,
we self-destruct to escape
its heavy mantle.

Power is here.
In you and me,
in these ancient trees,
in the young saplings emerging
beneath their branches.
We are power, power full.

Wisdom council of elders
calls whales and bears,
swift-footed coyotes, ravens, and eagles.
All call us to join the ring of power.
Our destiny created
by the direction of breath
and the love in our hearts.

Everyone is called to this table.
The homeless on city streets,
the albatross eating plastic in the Arctic,
Polar bears losing their ground,
even the Koch brothers bent on destruction
of what we hold dear.

We are all called.
Why miss this chance?
It only comes once in a millennium.
We can rise to evolutions mandate.
Join with power!

All the rest is naught,
meaningless to an awareness revolution
necessary for continued existence.
Today, the shaman’s call.
How will I join them?

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