The Legend of Wind Walker

Many say her spirit still lives on the mountain, and some have seen her spirit when the pine trees are bending. She’s an ancient presence.

Her breath to this day carries power in her songs. And her name was changed in the days when the sun became brighter, from First Woman….to Wind Walker.

It’s true she mourns her people in her songs, yet even more she sings of the healing of all nations. The victory of the Earth, over death and destruction.

Do you hear her in the wind?

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A Stream Flowing Over

When my mind is still, my heart can listen, a silent warfare against the noise, the disturbance of a distant wind.

I will never understand the whirlwind, but in the forest there is shelter, a wholeness waiting,

saying, “Here is the way”. A softer tone, a stream flowing over,

and sending me into the far away,

and back again, at the same time,

drifting, and following the light

through the trees,

allowing my heart to listen.

When I am still, I am alive.

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Particles of Water

Particles of water shimmering, illuminated by the sun. And for a few brief moments, my spirit drifts and I am in between this world and the other, somewhere in the wind.

There is no pain here, and I realize we hold on too much, instead of letting go. So, I close my eyes as in a prayer and breathe again, still having few answers, yet able to have my feet back on earth, planted in the beauty remaining.

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Purple in the Quiet Night

Purple in the quiet night drawing me closer, in silence almost like a prayer

into a peaceflow of color, drawing me

with a calm assurance

of knowing,

knowing after all….

we are spirit created,

we exist,

walking through our space and time

more tangible,

we are….

brightness in that darkest night.

Poetry Copyright © 2020 rivers renewed, photo from Pixabay