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My Soul Is An Eagle
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
March 30, 2010

My soul is an eagle with a great wingspan. Songs are the winds and thermals that I ride up towards the sun as they ruffle my down. The world below inspires the winds that carry me. The movie playing just behind my visual cortex is a direct effect caused by the ‘wind’.

I soar higher until I can barely breathe, and then roll over and plummet with wings drawn in tight. I halfway extend long feathers purchasing just enough to right myself. As the air thickens and warms me I gain speed endlessly. The ground rushes up. Green and brown mats become treetops and soil. Fully extending I pull out of the dive. I clip dandelions and scatter a thousand seeds into the notes that saved my life again.

I scream long, loud, and as hard as I can with joy. The echoes bounce back to me from everywhere. The tops of mountains slough off avalanches and the floors of valleys gain a new layer of shed leaves and bull-thistle seeds. Rivers and streams carry away mineral memories of my flight today. Tomorrow awaits the news.

The sun falls and the moon rises. They race to meet in the future and I race to meet the new winds. Life sings to me of its cup of memories running over. I howl back in kind with compassion and understanding sympathy. At some point we will share all the right notes. At some point our cacophony will dance in perfect cadence. At some point the stars will twinkle in unison. At some point I will have to flap my wings. For now, I roll my tail left and right and tickle the currents with my leading edges and feather-tips.

I scream again and a glacier answers. Tons of ancient ice crash down into a glass-like bay. Rainbows rise up out of the spray. The energy transferred to the water makes its way to the open sea. A second volley of multi-ton boulders crashes down for the second chord. Images of one-hundred-ton bowling balls knocking on fifty-ton pins plays in the back of my mind. The echoes prompt humpbacks and blue whales to join in. Breathe deeply my dear reader. Music is my life.