The gift of the vulture,
dance dear light over and through the tree tops.
The self as a song meant to part the veils of time.
Glow dear embers, flashing and loving to the beat of illusions loosely changing.
Dissolve dear demons to the vulture spraying her breath over the river of life.
Aflame dear shore of our Mother’s birthing so we may start again.
Release now the spirit’s that may linger in the smoke, hypnotized.