A Sense of Wholeness


In our heart of hearts, far beyond any wounded love,

rooted still deep within us

we already know the song,

the shape of melodies flowing,

and the peace, the quiet

that carries us into

a sense

of wholeness.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Covered by an Endless Sky


We cannot own love and grasp it tightly,

but we are simply filled,

allowing it to move within us,

starting as a stream moving

into the power of a river,

even filling us as an ocean



by an endless sky.


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Note: From my archives.

The Day When Thunder Was Born


Back in the day when thunder was born and lightning let go of the shaking,

we did run with the wolves shoulder to shoulder,

through the forest bending

while the Earth felt our ascending.

Until that day – when violence

entered the world causing

our separation.

Yet some wolves still howl today

lamenting, longing

for their human brothers running.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies