Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Dalliance of the Eagles

I saw a bald eagle fly overhead today. I'm sure it was one of Diami's relatives passing through. To see an eagle is always a good omen. The soaring beauty is our connection to the divine. I watched him fly from west to east; foretelling renewed life, rebirth and dawn. Our winter journey may not be over, but spring is coming.

The freedom and power of an eagle in flight is magnificent to see. A poem from Walt Whitman came to mind.

The Dalliance of the Eagles
Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,
Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.

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