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 under the great mystery
My shadow begins to grow……
Steve ‘Easy’ [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Old Ones’
The Fall
Posted in Ancients, Old Ones, Poem, Poetry, Writing, inspiration, native american, phylosophy, spirituality, the ancients, tagged native american, Old Ones, Philosophy, Poem, Poetry, spirituality, Writing on December 2, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The Circle
Posted in Ancients, Life, Poem, Poetry, Writing, earth mother, inner truth, inspiration, native american, phylosophy, prose, reflection, spirituallity, 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 the dimness,
Bodies warming to the [...]
Mystery Sweat
Posted in Ancients, Earth, Epic, Life, Old Ones, Poem, Poetry, Writing, earth mother, inspiration, native american, phylosophy, society, spirituallity, the ancients, 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 age and wisdom, begin [...]
To Remember
Posted in Ancients, Epic, Old Ones, Poem, Poetry, Writing, phylosophy, spirituallity, 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 thunder
Much as the Buffalo rolling across [...]




