The proud Surfer

High above destiny’s home
circled the timid crow, gliding
A wind rippling through the grasses and skies
carried the proud chest of a magnificent hawk,
who
surfing the air waves
with ease,
was just the same
as the proud surfer down below, riding
along the pacific ocean coast
The same motion
The same energy that moved through
one another
was manifesting in
more than one, even two different forms
at once. And life was
formed.