August’s Forest

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The comforting dark of August’s forest made it easy to slip

through to the world unseen,

and I was spirit, as if in a dream,

not of false rainbows but of peace,

an amazing depth

I had never known before,

where silence takes us

beyond bravery

as light flickers

through the trees.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

I Was Even Able to Whisper

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The darkness and coolness of the deep forest called to me today,

with streams and a river unending, my spirit went quiet,

listening to the bees and one stubborn woodpecker.

A tree stump became my chair as I was surrounded by the comfort of leaves….

I was even able to whisper,

a simple prayer.

      

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The Sacred Feather

100_1051It wasn’t until he was near the top of the ridge that he distinctly heard a set of wings, it was unmistakable…

so he looked up into the brightness of the sun. He saw nothing…but felt the presence of wings.

Was it an eagle’s spirit, or an angel? He couldn’t tell. And then one single white feather, tinged with grey came floating down,

landing on his shoulder, and for some reason he felt….well protected. Then he remembered,

that feathers could be held as sacred…..he carried that feather in his hand to the top of the mountain,

then he closed his eyes, whispering a prayer. He didn’t know it then, but a very large shadow of wings covered him……

so completely.

      

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Gateway

20160709_140207When he was young he didn’t know very much, yet he could sense the forest holding his prayers,

and that all streams led to the ocean, with the depth of his spirit flowing,

and he loved how the leaves sang in a gentle rain, with birdsong never ceasing.

He was thrilled with the idea, that he was connected…..to a gateway, of a world unseen.

    

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

How it All Began

20190427_101241He was just 17 when he first started searching for his spirit, deep in the cool darkness of the woods.

With light streaming occasionally, he always found the shadows of wings in the stillness,

not quite a ghost. And water falling through rocks brought calm, balm for his soul,

until a crow bursted with noise, offended by his presence. He could sit for hours on the large rock,

by the rope swing, especially in winter listening to the silence of the snowfall….

that’s really how it all began. Soon he would study the tribes, including the Lakota and Cheyenne.

     

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Forest Meditations

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As I entered the trail, lingering March winds pushed the canopy of tree tops one way and the other,

all at the same time, yet I was quickly surrounded by the gentleness of the forest,

a safe place deep in the coolness of the earth.

The wildflowers were blue this time, while the vanity of the woodpecker could be heard

in the distance. And I wondered how far a prayer could travel, certainly beyond the poplar and oak trees…

I understood then, how peace walked this earth, from the very beginning.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Birdsong Awakens

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Birdsong awakens the forest renewed, leaves surge

and I sense a new blood now

in my veins,

I pause

with my pen flashing,

the wordflow shifting

from the colder air.

I hold the moment

breathing phrases,

hopefully forming….

a poem

from my spirit.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: I know it is a little early for spring, but I’m in that mindset now.

Winds Changing

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In that day when warfare is the ruler, the sovereign thief

stealing, destroying what we do know,

our spirits will often lead us

into winds changing,

pulling us into the kingdom of blue skies,

into something new,

a sense of a spring forest

exploring, restoring and changing

who we are.

Not the wiser,

maybe not even stronger,

yet a new creation

in love with a sense of living…..

the journey

of a new adventure.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: It’s ok if our faith changes due to the ruins of our lives. It’s really ok, and a very real part…… of our survival. It is ok.