I sat my soul on a window ledge
A crow came by and ate it
I flew away
Crow Space (Aug. 1996) Silently the crow spoke on a shore of babbling tongue Silver black against a weary sky sound beyond the ear still upon the soul “there is a way into this just along this crooked trail ask the snake at the end, the gate she’ll tell you what you need to know be patient don’t be late” The door folded across a broken lake the sky dead in a ditch nothing was the way it was everything in a twist my spirit searched, it soared upon this jagged trail There were cars, boats, planes dreams out of control synthetic sex, tv, internet crippling side effects a whole universe, a mess inside this show Down under, the red sand eyes wide ready across the dunes something from the shadow stretched across the sky like a blanket, hovering another side four long truths circled to the centre i was crow blue as the blackest night There is so much to say so little time i quenched, i hopped i could see there was no point no telling what the trickster inside hides i could see clear as if for the first time it is all a test __________________________________________ Now flying my wings tough against the wind like a frozen lake smashed against the sky far below i could see myself like a past upon a path yelling up, watch that fake glass a barrier to the other side All those dreams on a long slow train this steady hum of track and steel rollin headin south The vision, the focus all those lives all those hills all my future squashed all past pushed along this rail My eyes closed wings stretched to distance claws clenched upon the edge time come space leave fly for evermore evermore crow
The crow hidden like a shadow in a misty night hush of windy woods darkness in the silence a dream a vision from long long ago the world before the test of time an old crow lived and is living still.
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Hang Me Up…. Images
WeyWord Times / Writing and Images by Patrick Wey
Produced in 1996 by Patrick Wey
A Surreal Documentary of the Life and Times of a Crow thru the Twist and Turns of the Twentieth Century
I rewatched this audio visual production for the first time in a few years. For these times it is much too slow but i found that relaxing, a slower pace in this insane speedy world. The space of crow has had an impact upon my mind, my heart, my spirit. She speaks to me. Most of these pictures are of Rosetta. She lived with me for a year. Those days were filled with dreams, magic and great changes in my heart. My spirit was on the move and i was aware of it. I did not understand all the variations of realities flying across my mind, but i was strong, young, fearless. I didn’t question the red in the road, the black of my wings, the suction of the creator, i walked swam flew, i surrendered myself to the beauty of love. I am older now. I will die sooner than then. I know that. I am prepared. I know not where i am going. I have nothing left but this simple faith, nothing really matters. To me, all is illusion, cept this one infinitesimal entity of light of which is my being, a me… i suppose.