To Fly with the Eagle and Rest with the Buffalo

A man once sat amongst the buffalo in the wild. The beast would allow the man to sit on it, to rest from his weariness. The man had a burden that weighed heavily on his heart. One day as he sat, the man sensed a rustling around him like a mild wind blowing around him. The Buffalo as it lay on the ground, took no notice of the softly shifting breeze. A shadow and softness caressed the man’s face, closing his eyes. Across his chest, slowing his heart. Down his arms, making them ever so heavy. It stopped. The man opened his eyes. What he saw, he had never before imagined. Four majestic Eagles flying all around him. Eagle spirit’s hovering and floating. Even Buffalo seemed content to not rise from his slumber. Eagles grazing their feathers over his face, his arms, his heart, his mind. “What was this?” he pondered.

Suddenly in the next moment the man found himself on a litter, being lifted into the sky by the Eagles. He thought it best not to ask what was going on. He somehow knew he was safe. All at once, he felt as though he was plummeting, in what seemed forever but was only a few feet. Landing softly into what looked a large nest filled with the spirits of eagle hatchlings. “Could it actually be the Eagles brought me to their nest?” “Wonder if Buffalo misses me?” Many thoughts ran through his mind all at once. His mind was reeling. He jumped. It seemed that he caught a glimpse of himself in the nest, from the Eagles point of view. Flying high above the nest they had brought him to. The man was astonished that he was so small, tiny. It seemed the man forgot about the once gigantic looking troubles he had once carried. They simply vanished away and were no longer hindering him. The man wondered at this. The Eagles gave his spirit relief. To drink a sense of wonder, awe, contentment. Replacing a troubled heart and burdened mind. The man could not guess how long he was away from Buffalo. The time he spent with the Eagles was immeasurable.. It just seemed that time had stopped. He became aware that he was no longer in the nest with the other young Eagles. The man seemed to be flying. Over the winding canyons, over the lush falls and red rock. Flying, through the air like an Eagle. He awoke to the dawning light of morning shining and there he was once again content to rest on the Buffalo.

Jonathan aka Eagles Rhythm.

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