Where did you go, brother crow?
You express the melancholy of my thoughts
and carry it away in the wind
so I can go on
without the heavy burden of sadness.
Come, brother, come back,
for without you
I shoulder the whole burden and drown
in the quagmire
of my misery.

The skies weep for me.
They weep for all the suffering in the creation.
And in that weeping I am comforted.

Blow, ye winds,
and blow again,
for the dust is heavy
that conceals the treasures
buried in my mind.
For centuries and centuries they have lain hidden
protected by my fear
of what may be revealed
when the familiar cobwebs are gone.

Heavens,
give me courage
to BE!