Crow Shapeshifting Human - 24" x 48", Acrylic on Oak, $3,700

Crow scratched and pecked at his shadow

Till his shadow got up and ate him

In his blackness, in the underworld

He’s not surfacely, shallowly playing

No.  He’s playing deep.

He saw the golden light of life and death as one

Trust opened its hold into the atmosphere

And although the heart was welcomed

Although all seemed open

It would never be open enough without the connection

Because the span was too great to adequately accommodate

The emotions he hurt from and the loss that he was within

That there were many forms of light and dark

Earth and Sky

Moon and Sun

Physical and Spiritual

And it was living on two divides

That kept feeding his unrest

Between flesh and the soul

Between anarchy and passivity

Between creating or towing the line

He wasn’t marking one side against another

But rather linking the heart to the mind, he went inside

And connected to that instinct

Empowering his body and heart, to Soul the mind

He listened to the raw edges without smoothing them

And found the message of truth on the dark side

He was the Keeper of the Sacred Law

Saw the dualities of life as one

He merged these worlds together and bent them

Into a place of acceptance and freedom

Merging the light into darkness he was in both

Taking the goodness out of the bad he adapted

Finding the peace inside the sad he healed

Giving thanks for what was given and leaving the rest, he grew

It is powerful to find your future self in a shadow

You scratch it enough, it’ll come alive and swallow you whole

And in wholeness he emerged on the other side

He changed himself and was the illusion of both worlds

Looking down into Earth he saw the imbalance to a sunlit world

Craving the comforts of only warmth and playing in the  light

They lost their instincts in shadows hidden into what only animals know.

LauraLee K. Harris