The Legend of the Lone Wolf

In the beginning of all things there was only the lone wolf, having been made by the moon and the sun.

He carried our world gently between his teeth, yet there were earthquakes and storms as he wandered our galaxy, running through stars.

He let our world go, setting us in place. And when the Earth settled he  made humans from sticks and some mud.

At first the lone wolf was happy with humans, seeing us playing, enjoying the Earth,

but he saw our hearts turn to darkness some of us ripping the Earth and hurting each other.

He was sorry that he made humans.

He ran away lamenting, howling even.

To this day, if you listen closely

you can even hear him…..

in the wind.

 

Note: Influenced by Native American/First Nations stories

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Opening Up the Sky

When I was a boy, my bow was only made of plastic, but I could fire those arrows way up, so far, so far

into the blue that you could not see them anymore, lost

in the clouds until they descended suddenly

deep into the Earth as if an offering

received. Nobody knew

but I was a Crow warrior back then

simply opening up

the sky.

More beginnings.

     

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The Wind Coming Down from the Mountains

As the winter storm roared through the trees, thunder rumbled rolling

through the valley, having been sent down the side of the mountain,

and I realized our spirits are so fragile, we often sense

the loneliness of the wind, with snowflakes swirling,

and yet inside our cocoons, we acknowledge the safety

and that God was never angry, even though

He probably does live in the wind

coming down

from the mountains.

     

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The Wind Spirit

Back in the day, when the Lakota still carried power in their feathers they would call on the Wind Spirit to protect them from the sharp eyes of their enemies.

The Wind Spirit would howl, blowing in a ferocious storm so that not even the hawks could see the lodges of the people, barely seeing the pine trees through the snow.

And the Wind Spirit continued to howl until all fear was gone having been breathed through, the nostrils of the Lakota ponies.

 

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The Journey of Your Light

Don’t bury your pen just yet my brother, my sister

the journey of your light has just begun

and there are still songs

that need to be written,

and still music

in your heart

from the mountains.

     

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Walking with the Shadows

A twig snaps under my foot, as I stop in mid-stride

a crow drops noisily on a large branch,

bouncing, looking, inspecting

my progress, while I let my foot down

gently. I stand remembering

the First People,

Crow, they were called

and that chief,

named Standing Bear. Shadows

moving through the trees,

leaving only feathers –

the crow hides quietly

this time on a taller branch,

perhaps there was a ghost

brushing

against the ferns.

I start walking again, silently

with shadows blending.

    

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In an Earlier Time

In an earlier time, America was covered with forests, except for the Great Plains

and swamplands of Florida. People grew their own food, with nuts

and berries, and some corn, and as they loved each other, loved

their communities, taking care of each other, they were able

to spread their wings, taking in the Creator breathing,

and they were encouraged by the sun. It was

a beautiful time really,

simply beautiful.

      

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The Hunter Returns

When he arrived back at the village there was a lot of whooping and hollering by the children. They were running and jumping around, as if they had never seen a person return from a hunt before. Hawk in the Sky led three horses (including the spotted one) full of provisions, as he walked back to the village. Old women smiled, and men slapped his back with congratulations.

It was always good to have food, and give to those in need. The elderly were always given their portions first, as a sign of respect. He couldn’t help but smile, as he entered the lodge of the elderly Bear, and his wife Running Doe. “Good hunting is always an excellent sign”, Running Doe said, with her smile beaming.

It wasn’t until later, as he was sitting around the fire with his wife, that he remembered the dreams he had been having, and they were not a good sign at all. Staring into the fire he realized there would be another race of people coming to their land, and there was a horrible storm behind them. They were a race of light skinned people, with hair on their face……and well to be honest……they smelled. No these dreams were not good at all.

His wife stared at him with concern on her face. He had not touched his food. He shook off his worries, and smiled as he looked up at her. She relaxed as she stared at him, wondering if tonight was a good night? It was her smile that got him each and every time.

Tomorrow he would meet with the village counsel and talk, right now it was time to be with his beautiful Red Wing. He loved her softness. The children were asleep, and the two of them would soon be as well….. underneath….. the buffalo blankets.

     

Note: This is inspired by First Nations/Native American stories.

       

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Becoming One

The Lakota taught me this about the snow

that each flake is different, yet becoming one

there is a beauty, and strength not seen before.

The same is true of people, that each of us

is different, yet becoming one we are the same,

it is not only possible, but we can create

a beauty and strength

not seen before.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Land that Sings

The people stood silently, except for an occasional baby crying or a horse snorting and shaking his head. They all watched the horizon, facing west, and waited. The wind was gentle but then picked up, and changed direction. Now it came from the south, and it was stronger. Slowly, a soft singing sound could be heard. Yes…. there were voices. The people looked up and all around them, but they saw no one. It was a gentle and beautiful sound. As it grew, some could hear the words, but others could not, nor understand the language. There were no drums, only the singing.

The people said nothing, stunned by the beauty of the moment, and then the singing stopped. The wind then shifted back, towards the east, and became gentle again. The leaders looked at each other, but no one said anything. The people did not move or make a sound. One by one, each leader knew they should travel west, and that there would be great peace and excellent hunting. They did not know how they knew this – but they knew.

Bear led the people forward, and spoke softly to each of the leaders, Standing on the Mountain, Red Wolf, Hawk in the Sky, and others. The people also began speaking softly to each other. They had great peace and joy in their hearts. It was a good sign indeed.

One mile to the east of the stream, there were thirty warriors from a hostile tribe, watching the backs of the people. They were disappointed that there would be no fighting today, no war. They turned their horses around and headed back to their village in the east. They would not follow these people into that special place. The Creator was too strong there.

       

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”