Skybird Tree
Skybird Tree I looked into the Northwest sky. A Skybird sang in a tree to the Southwest. I lofted a smile on the out-breath. I think it is still floating there, Ready and able to surround the next frown. Tobacco is offered with a prayer. The breathe in, Lifts the heart, On every out breathing, Love flows freely. The prayer expresses the heart. The heart yearns to be reunited. Shams says, “I love to pray in this Way. “ Sign in to see full entry.