Her vision can see the details of the forest floor and the Tibetan monks in their temples.
She can fly around the earth, the sun, into the stars.
She hunts the dark places and brings light.
She sings the old sounds of the beings who came before form.
She rests in between the old forest and the mountain.
Spirit bird watch over me.
Carry me, deliver me into those dark places and out again.
When I rest can I lie in inside your wings?
Can I fly into the universe with you?
Can I sing the old songs until I grow my own wings and fly alongside?
Love my spirit bird.