The Wind River People

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.

Writing and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

On a Quiet Wooded Trail

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Perhaps all we really need is to lose ourselves

on a quiet wooded trail,

lifting our heads to the warm caresses

of the sun on our faces,

to fill our lungs with the air

from blue skies,

to embrace the power

and the beauty

of all that was made.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

The Last Fish

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Note: This is about a Bird of Prey hunting and may disturb some people.

His wings burned as he turned, into the sky fire apocalypse

but it was the only way to make it, to the lake

he dove head down, down with wings enfolded

a bullet from the heavens

until crashing, breaking

the surface of the water, talons extended

he was all talons flailing

until he caught it

the last fish on planet Earth.

As he slowly flapped now

to his favorite rock,

he did pray for God

to do a miracle, to create

a new Earth once again,

as he devoured fish flesh

for the last time.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Her Future Glory

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It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning, as if she had been hiding

high in the mountains, on a cool crisp morning,

revealing only a part

of her future glory.

I smiled remembering her fire,

of yellow, gold, and red, so I breathed in

the leaves knowing

we would all be embraced soon,

by the brilliant fire

of autumn.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Healing and Strength to Body and Soul

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“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.”

John Muir

 Scottish born John Muir, worked for most of his life to preserve the wilderness of the American west. He was a conservationist before there was such a thing. Muir helped the National Parks become established, with the National Parks Bill passing Congress in 1890.

This bill established Yosemite and Sequoia National Parks. He was often called the “Mountain Prophet”, and is now considered the, “Father of the National Parks”. His books have inspired millions.

In this quote, Muir so beautifully illustrates the connection of the physical and spiritual worlds. For Muir the spiritual was deeply rooted in nature, or perhaps nature was deeply rooted in the spiritual.

Nature is also good for the body. I love the expression, we need, “beauty as well as bread”. Life is more than just the physical world, it is more than just the spiritual world. It is both at the same time, and both are equally important.

Peace.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Originally posted June, 2015

Memories of the Forest

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Green leaves, turtles in the pond sticking their heads

just above the water, and an owl at sunset objecting

to my feet walking, a stick snapping, stepping

over a tree down, and yet

I wonder if the forest will remember

how warm the summer felt, and autumn

bursting, and the beautiful

rain, washing us.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies