As the Wind Fills My Wings

When I write of peace and poetry,

my heart is quickened

as the wind fills my wings,

strengthening my wordflow.

I sure do enjoy writing like this, as you probably know! It is my art, but more than that, it is very much who I am…..as I share pieces of my light. My intention is to encourage both you and I.

Please understand though that when I write of overcoming pain and suffering, it doesn’t mean that I am going through anything at the time. Yes, I write from experience, but I do not write as a therapy.

I simply create, often praying about what I should write. And when I do or sometimes even before I even get to that point, the words just flow through me, in varying degrees. That’s how my poems are created, and how I came up with the term “wordflow”. Maybe you write poetry like that too.

As a side note, I haven’t started on the renovations of my site yet, but I will soon! I want it to reflect more of who I am now.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Keep America Beautiful

Chinese-Americans are such a beautiful people aren’t they? And I love the African American side of my family,

and how we all make up such a beautiful fabric of our America. And the first people,

the Native Americans/First Nations giving us wings yet reminding us how hate can be deadly.

I’m glad we are strong in our diversity instead of some extremist far right concept, flirting

with white supremacy. And among their great sins comes the undermining of our election, sewing doubt.

This is what dictators do, so that they can declare it all invalid when they lose.

Stop the far right extremists, stop the lies, stop the brutality and insanity.

Keep America beautiful,

diverse….

and free.

VOTE.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

The Gift of Tigers

She always loved how he carried the Gift of Tigers…his roar

against the night, permeating

her being down to the bone,

his courage running through her veins,

never dominating.

And he loved the strength of her stride,

the ability to tread on serpents,

her supernatural smile,

how so often she could walk

through the fire of chemo and cancer,

while casting fear off both of them,

with the heart of a lion.

Gifted, both of them…

in each other’s love.

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies