Happy Birthday America!


Happy 4th of July everyone!

As we celebrate the independence of our nation, our freedom from tyranny, may we never forget

who we should be.

Peace to all!


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Each Journey Most Sacred


Each journey most sacred, takes us beyond our trauma

beyond who we mostly were,

moving us to not let go,

maybe not making us stronger

but taking us further, shaping us

into the person

we were meant to be.

To a place of trusting

once again.


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Opening Up the Sky


When I was a boy, my bow was only made of plastic, but I could fire those arrows way up, so far, so far

into the blue that you could not see them anymore, lost

in the clouds until they descended suddenly

deep into the Earth as if an offering

received. Nobody knew

but I was a Crow warrior back then

simply opening up

the sky.

More beginnings.


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The Darker Rain

When our trauma turns our view, slanting

the sky, releasing the grey within

cracked vessels, we often listen

to the darker rain, as if

there is a deliverance

in the mist.

And yet

having survived the false prophecy,

the breakage of our story

the empty dictators

of self speak,

we discover the desire

for a simple light

and for a sky

that speaks to us,

of a new story

not quite so broken.


Poetry © Copyright 2018, ancient skies