For the White Hawk

On the steaming earth of the red desert, a pair of weary feet prance a painful dance of spreading light. The luminous seeding feet belong to a being who is in the earth, yet not of it. White Hawk Angel. Has been walking for two decades or so. The body-vehicle given to him had to adapt to his incredible light, it enlarged and molded to the force of spirit emanating from his core. The result of this effort has left him with a musical wrist, movable knees, a very tall complexion and a malleable face that contorts to perform.
Laughter and song are the seeds he prefers to plant on this particular walk.
As with many other light spreaders, this particularly luminous being has encountered steep physical difficulties. Misunderstanding and addictions have plagued his sphere of being without warning. The good fight isn't good to the good fighters, and they all know this prior to the battle.
As he lifts the heads of those that listen to him, his spirit, his ultimate and eternal essence grows and expands, and this effect is highly contagious.
His path is shielded from the hidden side lines, he is always taken care of and there are forces that are making sure he stays on this plane until there is a change.
My encounter with him keeps replaying itself on the screen of my thoughts. The laughs shared and the brave condition to laugh at the difficulties and just keep on going, are the probably the two biggest gifts i received from this Angel.
May you live well and prosper in love and gratitude forever, my dear Gavin.
Can't wait to see you again.

Tenaciously yours,

Nico. "little red hawk"