A farewell (circa 1988)

A farewell (circa 1988)

Miss me not my love,

For I,

My spirit,

My very essence am just a shared presence

Of all that which makes things free

I was there in the Indian brave

Who fought, and died,

Knowing there could be no victory.

I’m in the panther as he walks,

Softly stalks

A lone shadow in the jungle night

And in the arrow’s lethal flight

As it leaves the outstretched bow

Know, my love

That I can be found

In the thunder storm

In that flash of lightening

That shatters darkness

And rumbles in the rain;

Hear my cry when eagles fly

It is I calling out your name!

See me there in that lonely pine

That digs its roots into the barren rock

Struggling to survive

And I’m alive, my love

In the watchful eyes of the owl

Baron of the forest night

Hear me in the howl of the pack

When it assembles to attack

Hungry for the kill;

And I’m there in the will

Of the fisher

In its beating heart

As it chews through bone, nerve and sinew

To escape the iron trap!

You’ll feel my essence,

My feral presence

In all things that roam wild

And live to be free

And then my dear

Shed your tears

For you will remember me!

Shodai Sennin J. A. Overton-Guerra