eagle as totem

we cross the river with no harm
it is a  propitious day to  plant a garden,
dance near moving water, learn the bongos,
go into the sharp clean taste of knowing

our self, but wear it as a silken
garment...as if it was for the first time
on the earth--fearless to newness,
as the truth of every molecule

dances before our eyes
in realization of being;
going through
the mirror of deception

once presented on a scrub pined hill
one warm summer night on the bluffs--
the air so still before the storm
you could hear me breathing

from three doors away---
resounding on the upcoming high tide,
pounding on the sea wall, so close
to the sun setting misty cistrus

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15