Fully aware
Yet in a meditative state
An Eagle,
Larger than myself,
Stopped to rest.
Just feet away
It took my balloons
My giant red balloons
I had filled them
With messages
Curse removing
Messages
Messages of hope
He blessed them
Holding tight
In his magnificent
Black horn talons
Rising from what seemed
A wrinkled hand of wisdom
Turned and spread his
Colossal, lustrous wings
And flew up to the sun
Without stirring a breeze
I watched as
Each red balloon
Devoured by the flames
As they touched the sun
It was only a few seconds later
He returned
Spoke these words to me
“It will be done”
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