Yule Daybreak

The darkest night blue
layers deep 'til stars blink dim
saturates light blue hues
into whitest snow, darkest wood
green blue pine needles point
lavender love resonate
a breath to daylight blue

Emotional Maturity through Eckhart Tolle

This is what our current weather upheavals teach us if we are willing to listen... it is time for us to seek emotional maturity.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctgggBU_k4g&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Miyo-wahkohtowina through Eckhart Tolle

These teachings are prime within a healthy relationship with ourself and with our outside world. Respect, unity, honour, affinity, love for all pimatisiwin (life) is the standards of our contemporary stage.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAvfdwypmnw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Spaces Of Fullness

Spaces Of Fullness

there is movement in

     non-movement       

           stillness opens

               channels of energy

                     pure and innocent

                      filling    spaces      in my mind

                                                                                                     

                                                                               peace residing  in      spaces

                                             my heart opens

                                        listening to the abandoned

         planes of existence where

                         ghosts of Ancient Ones

     give glances of hope         of humble awareness

          life’s illusions        a moment                                          a breath

   a moment’s existence in the body of

All That Is….    Was….

                                                              Ever Will Be….

                                                     a moment shared         in infinity

The Naked Pilgrim & Dressed Scholar

Poets stand vulnerable

naked of syntax rules

vulnerable to context

    open arms

celebrate

emotional continuums

grounded in printed imagery.

 

    Time to dress.

 

Clothed in reason

circumstance fabricated in pockets of theory

methodological layers of connections

discriminations pattern the clash of

racial colors

arguments well ironed into the seams.

 

Questions shiver for another layer

to cover the naked pilgrim

or make hot and uncloak

the dressed scholar.

tears salt my eyes to no sight

nothing but feeling remains

vulnerability escapes my ribs

racking sobs

fists clench hopelessness to heart

acid pains my throat with

        fear left unsaid

he walks with suitcases in hand

without a backward glance into my eyes.

Social Skills

 

warp me in your social definitions

until I can no longer breathe

regulate me with your legal jargon

until I have no space

box me in your psychological labels

    until I have no identity

 

        and then

 

educate me in your written histories

    until my life extends your own.