May our poems emerge from our wordflow,
shaping themselves to encourage
from the stillness
of our peace within.
Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
May our poems emerge from our wordflow,
shaping themselves to encourage
from the stillness
of our peace within.
Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
He 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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As the winter fades, sacred are the winds
that carry new life to our ruins,
a pervasive warmth
a softer, gentler rain
washing away
our devastation.
We are hopeful now,
spring
is finding us.
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Rivers run deep within the poet’s heart
reaching out,
reaching in
writing down,
the wordflow unseen.
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When we walk down that path…..our journey celestial
a temple unseen awaits in our spirits
while white clouds drift over,
wisdom rides on light rays through shadows,
flickering in our minds
reminding us of our own humanity,
we take another step, accepting.
Guided by hawk wings,
or at least by their shadows,
flying over our shoulder……
we are encouraged
with the burden lighter,
our steps become quicker
as we embrace each path……
of our journey celestial.
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In each temple garden, in each heart opened,
a choice is made
to either seek light and pursue it,
or to only hide in the shadows
with nothing to say.
Is your temple speaking?
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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
untamed,
covered
by an endless sky.
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Note: From my archives.
We are defined by our courage not the scars within us,
and yet our trauma can change our direction.
Remember to hold onto the light,
allowing your river
to go even deeper, pushing
your spirit into
a stronger flow.
Amen.
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Creeks swell in late spring, with a quiet strength,
longing to become rivers
guiding my spirit
to a beautiful peace.
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As the depth sways, moving… gently this way and that,
waves rise holding on
to the light,
sending sparkles into the air
I sense a quiet…
within my spirit,
then a moment of prayer
washes over me….
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