But Raven 
          was sleeping, his wings held at rest, his head held close to his sooty, 
          dark, breast
          So I savored the windstorm and knew it would stay, for only a small 
          time,
          then 
          be off on its way
        The rain 
          that soon followed the path of the wind brought a deep seated message
          from 
          some outer plane.
          The 
          fresh blowing breeze cut through to my soul,
          To release the old images no longer to hold the deep, murky shadows 
          from long, long ago. 
         A light 
          cleansing healing occurred in my heart and the sweet love that followed 
          came
          through with a start of bright sweeping clouds that followed the rain, 
          completing
          the cycle from a far distant plane. 
         
        
 
          - Within 
            the reflection of this tiny mind-expanding awareness to waken the 
            blind of magical
             vision 
            to free flowing streams of bright new intelligence and the warm wafting 
            wings
            of wakening Raven, now rested from sleep, his sharp eyes beaconing 
            out to reach
            cross the deep human sufferings from wars ugly scars, reminding 
            us the minds
            vastness can reach clear to Mars.  
        
        Now, join in this 
          circle and let us hold sway of the glorious promise of each dawning 
          day.
           Well 
          travel together far out into space and bring back the knowledge to heal 
          humans race
          of 
          trying to better the state of the soul.