I fall against a wall of air, Wall insubstantial, parting as I move My shadow follows, silent, riding waves Tides of sky or ocean, all the same Sun, but rose ember orb Drifting on warmed desert breeze Washing patterns, fluid, painted feathers Soothing, calmness, caress, peace I glide among the few highest clouds Over and [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Old Ones’
The Fall
Posted in Ancients, inspiration, native american, Old Ones, phylosophy, Poem, Poetry, spirituality, the ancients, Writing, tagged native american, Old Ones, Philosophy, Poem, Poetry, spirituality, Writing on December 2, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The Circle
Posted in Ancients, earth mother, inner truth, inspiration, Life, native american, phylosophy, Poem, Poetry, prose, reflection, spirituallity, Writing, tagged inspiration, native american, Old Ones, Poem, Poetry, spirituality, Writing on November 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We Gathered. As the Sun slid down behind the great bend of the world, And the darkness threw its dark fingers across the lands, All life of the day retreat to their warm places of safety, Their day done, their rest earned. Peace comes. It is right. The life of the darkness easing out into [...]
Mystery Sweat
Posted in Ancients, Earth, earth mother, Epic, inspiration, Life, native american, Old Ones, phylosophy, Poem, Poetry, society, spirituallity, the ancients, Writing, tagged Ancients, inspiration, Life, native american, Old Ones, Poem, Poetry, spirituality, Writing on November 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am the walking, talking, living reminder of all that is or has been From the earliest beginnings of time, throughout all the dreams of tomorrow I have ever been, am, and will always be… From deep within the dark hot lodge the voices begin Sounds of the old ones, sounds raspy and rough from [...]
To Remember
Posted in Ancients, Epic, Old Ones, phylosophy, Poem, Poetry, spirituallity, Writing, tagged Ancients, Epic, Old Ones, Poem, Poetry, prose, spirituality, Writing on October 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This night we sing the old songs And with this we remember Remember all the things we have lost Remember all of the things we need so much The flute rings with the sounds of the wind Much as the transient passing of the birds in the sky The drums bring the sounds of distant [...]




