Hawk

Sometimes, the hawk forgets it is flying
Sometimes, it looses sight of the miracle
That lays still and unmoving all around it
But every now and then its wings
Entangle seamlessly with the beauty
Of this whole living place
Freeing us all to watch the hawk
Soar into its endless dream of change
Pursued and pursuing
Avoiding and seeking
Fullness and emptiness
Love is a breeze that can carry it higher
Than wings ever will