zen – Ancient Skies

Poems from Our Wordflow

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May our poems emerge from our wordflow,

shaping themselves to encourage

from the stillness

of our peace within.

How it All Began

20190427_101241 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.

Sacred are the Winds

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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.

Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers run deep within the poet’s heart

reaching out,

reaching in

writing down,

the wordflow unseen.

Journey Celestial

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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.

Seeking Light

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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?

Covered by an Endless Sky

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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.

Note: From my archives.

Into a Stronger Flow

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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.

With a Quiet Strength

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Creeks swell in late spring, with a quiet strength,

longing to become rivers

guiding my spirit

to a beautiful peace.

A Quiet in My Spirit

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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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