Laying within darkness, hearing the drums and songs
Echoing off of unseen walls that surround
Then blackness slowly turns into gray
A pattern emerges etched upon the stone
A thousand eyes are looking down
Paralyzing and terrorizing
Judgements and paranoia
How is it that these eyes have become malevolent?
Who was it that defined them?
Who has “made” them into something so wicked?
Then…
There is a switch flipped deep inside
As the drums and songs continue
It is a dramatic changing of perception
A thousand eyes are looking down … still
Now they are protecting and healing
Comforting and fulfilling
These same eyes are now gentle eyes of the Spirits
That look down with love and compassion and joy
Teaching how the uglier views of the world
Do not need to be truth
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”