There is a hawk who follows me. In different places, even in a city, I see books in his flight static, while flapping his wings rapidly, in stand-by, with its unique flight. For a while 'time I come across in its flight. Every time it seems to tell me something, like a message from the above, a higher message, from another dimension. One day I saw one dead on the asphalt, and it seemed a very strange thing indeed, painful. I wondered why, tell me what he wanted. Why me, why me? But the ease with which I run in a being that does not seem so common in our skies, let alone in our crowded cities, it makes me feel like to be consumers of a singular privilege, a special attention.
His flight is unmistakable. It remains suspended motionless in a firm, fast beating wings and pointing down. Without looking where my gaze falls he's there. And each time gives me an encouragement to me to be his welcome when you arrive in a place or a greeting when I leave. As if to tell me who are on track, that the direction is right, or a warning to pay attention to expanding the vision, the fixed lens. Today
even was on a road sign and flew up to the passage of my car. It seemed way making me wait, like a gallant squire. What a feeling, which surprised every time!
's like saying: Nature exists even if we ignore it and we think we have freed. Are part of it, we are one with you, we can not ignore it. If we pay attention we are never alone. It is watching us, We talk constantly sends us messages. I know that can not be just a coincidence. There must be a way if I see him and the hawk who is not with me. Each of us has his message, carried by a Soul, the Divine, and is an individual and the universal message at the same time.
Who captures a wealth more. Relates to the Immense. Co awe and wonder he realizes the beauty of Creation.
