As the embedded becomes visible and the Earth is reborn
we recall our dreams of new life
and the fire within
all that lives.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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Category: beauty
In the Sacred Lights
In the sacred lights of our love given, it’s amazing
how we receive so much more,
by not holding on.
We are stronger
from the love we share,
and remarkably
our vision becomes clear.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
He Was Canyons of Rivers Raging
In the dance for his people, feet pounding twirling, left shoulder down, feathers jerking, he was the heartbeat of the earth,
head tilted to the left then the right, leaning in, spinning with blurred vision
he became red rocks, he became canyons of rivers raging, with ancient memories,
with power in his feathers, he remembered when they protected
the women and children, from dog faced soldiers hiding spears,
until the sun broke through the great trouble.
He was more than the dance,
he had blended
with the spirit of his people.
Poetry © Copyright 2019, ancient skies, image of Apache dancer from indiancountrytodaymedianetwork
As Light in this World
If we walk as light in this world the windows of heaven
will open, and we will be
stunned
with the beauty
we can create,
going far beyond
whatever fears
we once had.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Prayers from the Earth
In the soft blue of a winter morning, the wind shifts
and snowflakes fall quietly, from tree branches.
Honoring the peace, I breathe in prayers
from the earth, a most ancient ritual
of healing the spirit.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Vulnerable
Some women don’t allow themselves to be vulnerable anymore,
preferring
to protect themselves
from being wounded again.
Preferring
to build their own light,
to pull down stars
to shape the sun
and begin again.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As Chipmunks Burrow a Little Deeper
A shifting drift on the mountain ridge maneuvers
as a fresh layer of frozen white settles into the Earth.
The bluest of blue skies seems to hold in the coldness,
as chipmunks burrow
a little deeper, to escape the cold
and the watchful eyes of the hawk perched high
in the pine trees.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
