More than Just Arrows

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He really was a warrior, not just in his dreams

so she was willing to accept his shield

having fallen, into the strength of his arms

and he always found the answers

to his questions in the deep oceans

of her eyes.

And together they became

more than just arrows flung

into ambiguous darkness,

and they learned that love

is greater – than any

strong tower that loves

the night.

     

Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

art by unknown artist

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Working in the Green

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When I am working in the green, I always think of farming

and being closer to the earth. A oneness, maybe it’s in the sweat,

or perhaps walking on the earth itself, being surrounded

with the green life, but at the very least

I am refreshed. And there is a sense

of peace, even in the mowing.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

My First Poem

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My first poem was not about love,

as a youth wandering into the woods

seeking the oneness blending

into the trees, blending

into the mystery,

of nature breathing,

the forest.

       

And dreaming of the Lakota, and Cheyenne

feathers, and buckskin sitting around the campfire.

I loved it when it snowed in the woods

the snow and I were brothers living

in the quiet. A soul completed.

        

Well not quite, love came later.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Breathing Deeply

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Breathing deeply has never been a religion

but it has always been there

to slow us down,

heart listening

to our lungs.

     

Breathing deeply has always enhanced

our humanity, especially with nature

drawing us further, deeper still

the oneness

of all things.

     

There is great wisdom

within

a single breath.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Crossing the Stream

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And she did not worry

when he wandered into the woods

never jealous, or tying ropes around his heart

praying instead for him to fly

for his spirit to sing.

She loved his weapons, she loved

everything about him.

       

As his foot stepped gently on the rocks

crossing over the stream, he stopped

and listened to the sounds of water,

of the forest alive, hearing –

the sound of his own heart

when he heard her words,

the greatest words a man could hear

he saw the trees but heard

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Smiling with joy, he crossed over

and so it is to this day.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

His Song Returned

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He wasn’t exactly sure when his song returned

but it was there now, for sure

filling his chest, his mind

with a sense of wonder

dancing.

Somehow sunlight

flowed again

as if

he had been

reborn.

      

He knew sitting on rocks

next to the waterfall,

breathing the mist

was part of it,

but there was more,

a sense of joy –

of being loved

her smile

always filled

him.

     

Peace of oneness,

and his song

was alive

Again.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Ascending

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A simple waterfall can lift us

to the heavens, our minds

filled with the sparkling water

our breath, our souls filled,

with the awe of oneness.

As our awareness increases

encouraging us, with chills

lifting our spirits beyond

what we know. Speaking

peace and lifting our spirits

through the clouds

into the endless.

It has always been so,

and so shall it be.

Ascend.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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