Affirmation - Two days after my birthday in 2002

Sky canvas,
cloud, blue, cloud,
then rain.

A bow of color sometimes,
A place to dream.

Sky.

Flight and daring
and caring for all
that moves softly below.

The sway of trees
and the rustle of the grasses
that pass within the vision
of the heaven beings,
The hawk and crow...

They see and know from the sky
what I see below.

I long to see from their eyes
and try my own wings.

To soar over the mountains
that now defeat me.
That keep me from my goal’s end.

In my mind I fly their way,
but day to day I walk my own path,
and sooner or later,
if I am moving as well,
the same mountains are crossed.

Whether bird or man...

I can.

Bruce K Bushman 4/25/2002