Sand Dunes

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I was in my heart on a dry day, and the ocean wind would not satisfy, no matter how much I believed.

So I went through the dunes hunting. Hunting for a reason some people are healed…..

and why some only have the faith of a little bird, with small wings.

Still others are a tortoise shell, hiding their heart, protecting themselves at all costs.

I breathed, and I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t keep holding it all, so I let it all go……every heartache.

And finally I allowed myself……to embrace the wind……from the ocean. 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Our Nights Are Ended

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As the sun betrays the darkness

our nights are ended, walking

more closely now with

the beginning,

then when we first started.

It is our feet on the earth

that move us here,

but our souls

are moved

by the sun,

as we search

the horizon.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Sound of Bells

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Ghosts don’t mind the sound of bells

reminding them of easier times, of joy

a church with a wedding, a ship guided

safely through the fog, along with wood creaking

brings a sense of hope. But some ghosts enjoy the grey,

waiting for a warm fire in an empty house

absorbing the silence, the lack of a body,

to care for. Most of them though, long for eyes,

real eyes, veins pumping real blood

so please don’t laugh at them when they search

for a body with a pulse, and for bells,

reminding them of easier times.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

In the Quiet

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It’s in the quiet, that I’m strong,

I love the woods,

but I’m not always there,

even when I am there,

drifting, lost,

wondering,

wanting to go deeper,

into solitude,

the one place,

I can find truth,

where I can close the doors,

and sense the Creator,

where there is sanity,

and the humane,

instead of the noise,

that means nothing.

Fall is a great time for leaves,

the wind,

my shoes crunching,

learning to walk,

in the quiet,

in the depth,

of my soul.

and finding,

who I am.

      

Note: I posted this earlier this morning and it did not load properly. So I am trying again. Many did not see the like button section at all. Weird! Thank you for reading and for your patience. I need to go find some quiet!

           

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The 1970’s

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A Prose Poem

The guitars were heavy then, with a lot of metal. The drums were a big brother, speaking with power, no whimpiness, never just coasting, only driving full speed. Chevys with mag wheels, spinning, fish-tailing, calling the grown-ups liars, because it was all about the anger. V8’s roaring. Anger of our youth, in the parking lot of McDonald’s with beer, hanging out. Quick hide it!

Dates at the movies, sometimes in the car, wondering who she really was, but not listening to her voice. She did have a beautiful….way. Searching the starlights, wanting to feel alive, maybe it’s in the Zen? She was on a different level, I was on the ground looking at the trees, breaking boards in Tae Kwon Do.

The answers were in the woods then. Never alone but solitude, comforting, calling like a silent snow falling on the trees. I discovered I had a spirit, but needed a job. Working, money, more car money, fixing the tail pipes.

And then there was college, an experiment really. Looking for the right one, but I would not meet My Love, until years later. I had some growing up to do. Thankfully, she understood me.

        

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last Man on Planet Earth

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He hid in a cave for three weeks. Fortunately, with this last biological plague, there was no more screaming coming from the valley below. Besides the water he had stockpiled, his most valued possession was his wind up radio, which didn’t need any batteries. The news had all stopped now, and he wasn’t sure how many people had died. But before the broadcasts had ended, he heard that there were a few people, known to have an immunity to the virus. Was he one of them? He wasn’t sure.

Should he go down to look around? The closest buildings were some houses, and further down the mountain, a small shopping center. After waiting two more days, he decided to give it a try, and spend no more than thirty minutes in the area, after which he would quickly retreat back to the cave. He was terrified he would catch whatever it was that had swept through the area so quickly, but his food had run out days ago. He started down the mountain, on foot.

As he walked past the houses that dotted the mountain, there was no one around. Were they all gone now? He stuck to the road as he walked, believing that if he went too close, or knocked on their doors, he would get a pistol or shotgun in his face. Nothing moved. There was only the wind, rustling through the trees.

Several miles later he made his way to the shopping center. He knew there was a 7-11, and a few small stores. Maybe he could get a sandwich at the deli. As he got closer, he could see something wasn’t right. There were clumps of something laying on the ground, he could make out a purse, next to a car with an open door. They were dead bodies!! His mind started racing, he wanted to run. But wait – there was no smell, and they weren’t quite dead bodies. What was going on here?

He noticed there was no sound here either, and the silence was heavy. He managed to calm himself down, as he carefully walked closer. His heart started pounding.

They were clothes, different piles of clothes, without anyone in them! People had fallen right where they were, shoes, belts, hats, all in a mostly neat row, making the outline of a person, but there was no body. Chill bumps ran up and down his spine.

It was very clear that whatever killed these people, dried them up so badly, that it turned their remains into dust, which then blew away in the wind. Would he catch the infection? He didn’t care anymore, he needed food, so he rummaged through the 7-11, and then the deli, loading up his backpack with as much as he could. He took off again, running up the mountain.

He felt horrible taking things that he hadn’t paid for, but he had no choice…….

 

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Dreamwalker II

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When he saw the red rocks, he knew he had made the right choice. With Standing Bear’s advice, he had not officially quit his job in New York – not yet. Taking a leave of absence though, allowed him to enjoy nature again. He was regaining some sanity.

Seventy hour work weeks had taken a toll on him, in more ways than one. He was in Northern New Mexico now, near Taos. He was hiking, and camping with a tent, which he had not done in years. It took just one day for the healing and restoration to begin. The days were filled with intoxicating sunlight, and the nights were cold, which made for great sleeping, as he hunkered down in his sleeping bag.

As he was carving, and sanding down a walking stick one day, he started thinking about his job. How could he quit when so many of his people looked up to him? He was a huge success. Maybe that was the point, he didn’t need to be a millionaire, and it was time to get back to his people. It was time to give to his people. Pow WowWarm Springs ReservationOregonUSA

He could not live apart from them anymore. If he did keep his job, he would do so out here, close to nature, attending the Pow Wows, and yes even dancing, like in the visions he had. He needed to feel whole and complete, and that meant living out here.

That also meant he could seek out relationships. Was it wrong to seek a woman? Of course not. Even his mother and father (both gone now) would approve. Later, when he took a break from walking, he sat on some rocks and looked at the sky. The sun began hiding behind some clouds. He smiled to himself, realizing he needed the physical and the spiritual in his life. It felt good to be alive again.

After five days of being in the wilderness, he came to a trading post, in a little town called Big Stone Gap. They had supplies, a restaurant, and an inn. He thought it would be good idea to eat someone else’s cooking for a couple of days. While he was in the restaurant, he read some of the local newspapers. Under the help wanted ads he saw something that caught his eye. There was a teaching job open at the River Rocks Community College, in the Economics Department. The more he read about it, the more he wanted to work there.

He was about to reach for his phone and call Standing Bear, to tell him about it, when he noticed his waitress, for the first time. How did God make such beautiful women? They talked for a while, and later she took her break by sitting down with him. He found out her name was Linda, and noticed that she looked more Mexican, than First Nations – but so what! Yes it sure was good to be alive again…. mexican woman

Note: I have decided not to call this a “conclusion”, because I’m leaving it open for future possibilities. I would like to see more of James Dreamwalker (and his relationships) in the future!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Searching for the Temple

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There was never any temple,

nothing substantial,

to grab a hold of,

no Advent,

no candles to light,

no prayer to grow into,

or rosaries to count on,

nothing.

So when tough times came,

we yelled a lot,

or cried,

there was nothing else,

and the church building,

was empty.

So I went into the deep woods,

a youngster,

and met Him there,

not knowing,

who He was,

but I felt He was real, substantial,

and alive.

I came out older,

years of learning, the language,

He is easier to talk to now,

the strength of love,

and people making me smile!

Still, I wish there had been a temple,

growing up, a faith,

something substantial,

to grab a hold of,

a place to learn,

how to live.

 praying

  Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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