Baskadia

A crow was sitting on a tree.
It said to me:
"Do take my eyes".
Repeated twice,
I didn't hear.
I didn't even mention it
And didn't recognize.
It flew from tree onto my head
And pecked my nose.
I turned to red
(Just like a rose)
And shouted at that bird.
It listened placid as the ice
And then repeated:
"Take my eyes!
Remember you, you've been a child,
We played together and had fun...
But whom I knew… now he is gone.
You're silly, blind and deaf.
So take my eyes!
You'll see yourself...
You'll see all things:
And who you were,
And whom could be, -
And maybe then you'll take my wings
And fly onto the tree.

The years have passed
The crow turned to a dove
I’ve got grey hairs
I’ve walked a third of path
I smile so seldom
I am almost always lone
And even in a company of friends
I struggle
I do aim
To some remembrances
That currently are out of my awareness
My pals drink alcohol
And hardly hear me
They never mind my poems and so on
Am I depressed?
I do suppose that no.
Why so?
I’ve  got connection with the God : - )

Could you imagine
That you can message
To a living legend?
I mean the teacher of Carlos Castaneda
Spiritual leader of Mexico
Tezlcazi Guitemea Kachora

https://www.facebook.com/tata.kachora
 

Aom namah Shivaya