Learning to
gauge when
all things
present itself
to be
Never to quick
to make assumption
when all
facts are not
presented
Honoring the
spirit of the
eagle and
not allowing
others to
impede on
one’s sight
Never be
shaken
by the
spirit of
shadows
of deception
Even sugar
can be mistaken
for cocaine
Shadow
and light
Just like
assimilation
and integration
are not the
same
Learn to
discern and
move with
diligence
and perception
Not all status
is serene
Nothing more
fertile than
the sycamore
tree
Vital and
ripe in its
roots
Sycamore
tree that
brings fruit
to light
If it can
stories
it would
leave
one intrigue
and haunted
Bridging the
light to the
sunlight and
darkness
As the bark
of the tree
holds tales
and mysteries
that would
wipe one
consciousness
to sleep
Don’t stay
abeyance of
sweetness of
the nectar
When the
stories are
yet developed
or screened
As the ancient
one foretell-
there is
danger ahead
just look to
the sycamore
tree for
guidance
Pay attention
and not
one’s ego
get swept in
the blinders
of a tornado
Place ones’
foot grounded
on the earth
that shares
the beauty
of the sycamore
tree
Stay vigilant
and fortified
in the midst
of the whirlwind
of illusion
Relax and
and be the
renegade
that ones’
ancestors
has bestowed
upon one’s
spirit–
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