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

Breathing Life Back into Us

Our peaceflow will restore our sense of who we are,

breathing life back into us,

bringing back visions

of who we want to be,

rebirthing in our spirits,

what we once called…..hope,

strengthening us

within.

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Note: I’m observing a day of rest starting late this afternoon, for about a day or so. Peace.

Seagulls Hover, Floating on the Wind

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Seagulls hover, floating on the wind  mostly white wings,

dipped in black

ignoring the shadows of the coming storm

I turn to My Love and her eyes are closed,

as she whispers a prayer

and I realize, perhaps comprehend 

the peace of the waves,

and the healing

of a blue sky

yet remaining…

       

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Ocean Wind

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There are times when the wind from the ocean is malicious, yet on this day he noticed the wind was carrying a particulate peace from the depths,

moving beyond the weight and heaviness below the surface, instead moving determined, up and over,

towards the shore, and through the pines trees, winnowing. Finally swirling around his face, around his being,

whispering words, that lifted his spirit in an unknown language, sort of like music. So in a deep breath, he let it all go…..

How is it that the wind seeks us, until we are encouraged?

Poetry and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

A Day of Rest

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I like many people, around the world, am beginning a day of rest. Some call it the Sabbath or Shabbat.

No, I wasn’t born Jewish but I really enjoy the concept. It’s liberating really….to have one day a week,

to put everything aside…..and just rest. Renewed, restored and very much alive.

I’ll see you in a day or so.

Peace.

     

Writing and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Cloud Dreaming

20170628_132524As clouds drift in the endless blue, I lay my head down,

in the softness of the tall grass, dreaming.

I see visions of a peaceful world

of gentle moments in villages

meandering, along the river

a peace of green,

lovers undisturbed

where sky and earth embrace,

their people.

Such a long time ago.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

How I Shape Shifted

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It was a matter of the light of course, I could see more clearly the beauty of our world,

and the value of people so different than I am….amazing colors and heartsongs.

So it was no surprise when I let the shifting begin, I was saying no to so many cultural ideas of doctrines,

and drama…saying no to people blinded by their own ideas, prejudice in so many ways, running through their blood. My own heartsong changed over time.

And that’s really how I became more accepting of people, although certain codes will always be true,

I’m different from who I was, a more benevolent spirit I guess, with a few swirls of silver now.

Hoping and wishing, everyone finds their own wings….and who they truly are.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies