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she heard it

“There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.” - RUMI

She heard it;

and became aware

of the all,

of interconnection,

that she felt growing.

A deep abiding affection,

in the soulful knowing

that, it is in her, as her,

and to rise above

our limitations,

to be at one with

'all our relations’,

takes her back to

where we begin,

I say unto you

‘Mitakuye Oyasin’.

a life of wisdom and mystery

When the question

comes up,

about what I aspire

to do and be,

I answer quite simply

to live a life

of wisdom and mystery,

where between each,

sunrise and sunset,

I invest time to know

and grow wise,

then between every

sunset and sunrise,

I warm a glow

in the mystery

of the moonlight,

and authorize

the way for me to go.

in the rain

As he caught his footing, his head fell back, and the Milky Way flowed down inside him with a roar. - Yasunari Kawabata

It was a slow,

deliberate, steady climb,

in the pouring rain.

The sun shinned

part of the time,

but only

as the heavens ordained.

She felt a tickle

in loving grace.

Water running down

her contours retrace.

Drenched hair,

clinging to her face,

and she knew her life's

journey shows

that in time and space,

the moment you agreed,

spirit chose.

in color shining

Sometimes,

I look in the mirror

and see a light

shining through me.

With a pleasant

colored display

on my hair

and darker regions

in an unusual

but beautiful way.

I can’t make

it happen,

and I don’t know

how, why or when

it occurs,

but without notice

or warning,

and in its own time,

divining,

I look forward,

to catch a glimpse

of me, in color shining.

#portrait #spiritual #light #poetry #painting

Yin Yang

We want,

what we want,

in those things desired.

We can't help ourselves,

its the way we're wired.

And I'm either,

in alignment

or I'm off the mark.

Either in a

spiritual entwinement,

or languishing in the dark. '

Complimentary

and necessary contrasts,

are embedded

in all of creation,

and their,

'this and that',

and 'thus and such',

drives us to

what we long for

and moves us to touch.

Invisible forces

feed the hunger,

to know the whole,

to be at one,

with your desire

and satisfy the soul.

In this world of

shadows and mirrors,

imagination is everything;

and its my awareness,

of contraries that awakens

the holy wellspring.

Good News!

The bad news is nothing lasts forever, The good news is nothing lasts forever. - J. Cole.

Feeling mighty fine,

good news arrived.

Naysay all that I may

but it's just a shuck n jive.

You know, all that distracting talk

and meaningless chitter-chatter-squawk.

I think I'll keep swimming,

in the substance of dreams.

My good fortune's brimming,

my cup runneth over it seems.

Kind and Gentle

The heart

just wants to feel,

it cares not

whether its good or bad,

and the frail human ego,

has made it very easy

to feel mad or sad.

So she set out,

with her good

nature and intentions,

to create a world

of kind and gentle,

focusing her energies

and attentions

both emotional and mental.

Then,

she sharpened her

hidden spiritual senses,

dropping the

things that built up

her worldly defenses.

Wise beyond her years 

she noticed in a thought,

as kind and gentle appears,

she cannot be sold or bought,

but opens new frontiers

in her struggles, long fought.

In the nulling

of past hates and fears,

she found kind and gentle

was no weakness, as she was taught.

It was ascension in spiral tiers,

which swept her away when

she was caught.

The present is mine

The present is mine

That which

I know is mine,

I have known

for a very long time,

and from the very

depths of my own being,

comes the pulls and tugs,

always guaranteeing,

the essence of what I am,

is what I’m living and seeing.

The ancients knew,

that it is

only in the present

that life expresses,

and it is only the present

that anyone possesses.

The present

does not fade

into the past,

but rather advances

into the future

to meet us.

Then, choose wisely,

be you filled with love,

good fortune, or animus.

The Dreams I have

Those countless dreams

and imaginings,

imparting my nature

every day and night,

in my habits and circumstance,

awakened one day in the light.

and in the clearing

came the way

wrapped up in an ideal

for in the end,

my life really does depend,

on what I feel as real.

So, the dreams

I have and imagine

to come true,

if I, feel it real too,

then good or bad,

they will and Do.

#Dreams #love #spiritual #poetry #painting

The fall of an empire 

the flag’s tattered threads 

well worn,

as democracy shreds 

and be torn. 

Watching history repeat, 

where all empires fall, 

especially as 'humanity's defeat' 

is a manner of perversion, 

plaguing people and land, 

replacing principle 

with dogma 

and immersion 

in symbols and slogans 

so readily at hand. 

Doomed, 

by greed and lies, 

that are normalized, 

leaders and institutions 

made up of 

heartless/souless ghouls, 

in charge 

of all the rules, 

exhibits abhorrent behavior 

while being deified by 

a minority populace 

as some kind of religious savior. 

And when 

a great nation 

has become 

unkind, false, 

shallow and corrupt, 

it is 

the very worst of society; 

a laughable, 

reality TV Show - 

and that's when 

you know, 

that Show’s 

had its run

and now its 

Over and Done.

Mighty Creators

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With Grass and flowers

With the Grasses and flowers
Silently,
I bent down
to be closer,
closer to the ground.
Then I sat in the grass,
amongst the flowers,
focusing on life’s
wonderful mystical powers.
My attention centered
in both heart and mind,
was a valid say,
which inspires
imagination’s motion,
and brought about a day,
both gentle and kind,
with a reddish,
blue-green sky
and salty spray from
the far-away ocean.
The truth took hold
and began to unfold,
in a most natural way.
I’m not running hot or cold,
because my experience today
shows, that awareness
is the potter’s clay,
and feeling 'natural' is the mold.
Suddenly,
the grasses and flowers
were talking to me
about their traditions
and experiences
in the great mystery.
And on this
beautifully designed,
sunny afternoon,
I was given a truth,
that my logical mind
could no longer impugn.
It was all so real,
with color, smell,
taste, sound and feel,
that there can be no appeal
by those that are
tradition-bound.
For the truth is,
it's imagination that,
makes the world go round.
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#poetry#painting#spiritual#nature#love

The Cottonwood Tree has fallen.

That big, old,
cottonwood tree,
has fallen
in the wind.
Up-rooted when
tornados came call'n,
as mighty as
it may have been.

It leaned much
too far over the house,
since before I moved in,
20 years ago,
and although,
I was warned it
threatened to fall,
I would not let them
cut it down,
and lose its connection
to the all.

In late Spring,
it would yield its
generous seed,
and for days upon days,
like a snowstorm,
they were dancing in the air.
Any malaise,
would surely transform,
as white angel cotton wings,
were flying everywhere.

And when the great tree
was finally taken
by the winds,
it remembered and knew
not to fall on the house,
as it was so perfectly
positioned to do,
instead, when it fell,
it fell, exactly parallel.

Afterwards,
I placed tobacco and sage
on my sacred
and fallen friend.
I thanked her
and said a prayer,
"I know that you heard
what I intend.
I will miss seeing
and being with you
dancing in the air".

There is always magic in the ordinary.
The Cottonwood Tree is very sacred to Native American spirituality, culture and ceremony. The Sun Dance is performed using a Cottonwood Tree as the centering pole, and the young sapling cottonwoods are used to build their Sweat lodges used for ceremony, purification, prayer and visioning-

Songbird in my head

Birth of a songstress

In a drowsy haze, 

she plainly heard,

what sounded to her             

like a songbird.

That melodic cadence

broke the singularity of time,

while her attendant thoughts 

offered a paradigm.

The sound was ringing

all inside of her head,

so she just started singing

what she heard instead.

"I must sing.

I gotta  sing 

what I heard in my head,

from that little songbird”

she melodically said.    

#songbird #poetry #painting #spiritual #love

Where is thelove

Sometimes

I just want to

close my eyes 

and go to sleep,

and hide from

what all the world

wants me to keep.

But then I remember love

and how wonderful it is.  

All of the colors, 

the sounds and fragrances. 

I look deep into your soul

to see our sustaining connection,  

for in that moment,

I touch the mystical whole 

of love's sacred reflection.

Where is the love?

he asks,

here it is, 

right here,

hiding just 

behind your fear.

#love #fear #spiritual #painting #poetry

My impish little boy

A  knowing smile, 

half up-turning his face, 

a wink in his eye, 

wafts sweet fragrance  

all over the place. 

He had a 

rascally confidence, 

a playful expression of 

innocence and joy, 

boldly revealing a  

mischievously 

loving countenance. 

That’s my impishly 

handsome, little boy!