winds – Rivers Renewed

A Windy Day by the Lake

In the wild wind down by the lake today, my hat blew off

and flew away, while the Mallard snickered

and the heron smiled silently.

I know he smiled,

he was holding back a laugh

I saw him with my own eyes,

no really, I did.

The Wind I Know

The wind I know never leaves this Earth, moving

teaching the mighty oaks to bend, or caressing

the most gentle of all flowers, once

I saw the mountain wind make a man cry,

with his prayers carried throughout the Earth

his broken heart beginning to mend

the wind announced his need in Singapore

and rain fell washing him,

the wind can do all that,

have you seen the wind move?

When Gentleness Speaks to Me

When gentleness speaks to me I have a choice

to ignore it, or to write it all down

hoping, believing

someone else

will be encouraged,

and lifted up,

just like I was.

In the Gentle Wind

Wholeness moves in the gentle wind of the autumn woods, clearing my mind

setting my heart free,

from the debris of this world

filling me,

with a positive vision

awakening

my spirit again.

Night Wind

In the night wind I begin to sense the peaceflow,

whispers

of quiet moments,

bringing a stillness

to my heart.

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?

Autumn Meditation

In my meditations, the wind was moving softly through the trees

speaking quietly of sacred space, so I lifted my heart

receiving in return…. the shape of a poem,

and a heart filled

with peace.

In the days when wolves were still the Elders, two of the forest creatures sought their advice. They were Hawk in the Sky and Songbird. Yes, they were birds but the two of them were so very different they could not understand the love they felt for each other.

Hawks you see are not friendly to other birds. Yet when the Elders met with them, their direction was very clear. An Elder female wolf spoke it best. “It is good and natural for you to be attracted to each other…..continue as you are. Be at peace and be committed to each other…..”

This mystical union produced a great number of children. Eventually and over time some of them became humans or close to it. And this is how the first humans were formed, running wild and free, some having wings and filled with the winds of heaven.

This was all along the Wind River region, the birthplace of all creatures. And by the way, most leaders in those days whether wolves, hawks, or humans were…..female.

The Elders could see very early on that females were usually smarter, and much less prone to violence.

And the hawk on my shoulder tells me this natural order will soon be restored. Men having ruined the Earth, and in their violence….destroying each other.

In Each Wave

In each wave I sense a memory

of when we were young,

and the wind played

while the sea rolled through us,

we were part of something

holding our hands up

to the sun,

we waited for the moon

to call us into the night,

to embrace us

in the sand.

Writing of the Wind

Writing of rivers he knew so well, yet writing of the wind, who can say? Who can describe the clouds

above our ruins? His hawk knew the way, speaking of peace carried on wingtips

yet a stronger wing does not always lift the wordflow….

he simply prayed, and his pen

wrote the fire.

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