I’m learning to pray from a Snowy Owl
braided together as we fly through the treetops of a winter forest.
Owl told me this is how he prays -
not hunting, not mating, just being with the forest,
here with everything,
a guardian of now.
The hands of the forest reach into his body as we glide,
relaxed, open.
I feel the prayer of moving, being,
held in the sky by magic.
I have to let this wonderment break me apart
so that I might walk through a forest
and feel that I’m walking in prayer,
content to be a small part of now
in the greater Being.
Tomorrow I’ll stand in my circle again
and fly with him through the forest
so that I risk being broken apart,
so I can walk through the world
like it’s a prayer.
