An eagle (photo) reminded me again of these metaphorical haunting lines from a book I used to read when I was twenty-three:
The conditions of a solitary bird are five: The first, that it flies to the highest point; the second, that it does not suffer for company, not even of its own kind; the third, that it aims its beak to the skies; the fourth, that it does not have a definite color; the fifth, that it sings very softly. - San Juan de la Cruz, Dichos de Luz y Amor from the book Tales of Power by Carlos Castaneda
It never left me. Several decades later, it morphed into a kind of mantra as I journeyed on. And whenever a solitary bird crosses the sky in my viewing range, I can hear the hum of the lines in a hypnotizing note and I would become one with the bird in flight.
Photo: Alma P. Gamil