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.

Yule Logs

The Irish and other Celtic clans people had many symbols, rituals and ceremonies that have been incorporated within Christianity, originally assimilated to bring the 'primitives' into the Christian fold. Many of the original spiritual intentions and functions of these rites are lost to common knowledge; the wrapping of gifts, the evergreen banners, the fires, ornaments and lights on the evergreen tree, and much more each have detailed meaning and function within various Celtic tribes, as well as other European tribal communities. Every December, these appropriations come together to form the materialistic secularized holiday that Christmas has become.

 

Pagans plays mystic hide-and-seek

around the economic gift wrappings

evergreen branches of earth ceremonies gone by

Bright ornamental orbs void of prayer dangle from

strings of light multi-colored missiles

warp ancient hearth ceremonies that celebrated

the longest night of the year.

 

Yule logs burn out sacrilegiously

before dawn's first glow

no thought of the Goddess birthing the new Son

- not the son of Christianity

with shepherds in September fields -

the Son of cycle, Son of seasons,

conceived on All Hallow's Eve

birthed by the fire ceremony of Lamas

forgotten under the snow white beard

of the 20^th century Coca Cola Christmas.

Wounded Healer

fill all free time

avoid the burden of optional

death in life

protest life and laughter

    heal others while

        stopping the flow

            to one's self

 

now

 

remove leadership roles

quota deadlines

projects and flow charts

    eliminate volunteer demands

     shut off the mammoth world

 

        alone

 

    consider the stranger

 

 

Unfolding Life

She cowers under the tree

sound of the car door ajar plinks

lapses into memory of a day gone by

twisted her life within a moment's shadow

woven into the present

 

she returned to the source to relive

memories of her dress torn from her body

the passionate anger in his face

ripped her soul to shreds

 

pieces of yesterday intermingle in today

to let go of tomorrow's sorrows

humiliation creeps, claws her everyday existence

shatters her up to this moment

 

strength wells up

uncloaks the fear

under the tree in the park she sits,

against the trunk, unfolds her arms,

reaches to grasp the night's shadows

 

watches the moon dance through its leaves

the eerie effervescence of the small cove

back to the moment where her breasts lay exposed

her nails sunk into hard ground

his thrusts repelled her power into the dirt

her blood stained the stones with silent prayers

to God who's saintly ears were full

 

she stands slowly and walks to the spot

legs moving involuntary

mind screams breathless and clear

heart erratic, breaks from its shallow grave

 

she lies on the spot and looks to heaven

accosting breathed deeply within

returns her to her self silent screams broken dreams

 

she lets out a primal cry

exposes festered wounds

heart mind essence

freed reconnected

the wind carries her screams away

as she breathes herself into today

 

 

        

Seeing Without Reach

i saw God today

languished against a filthy wall in a back alley

    alone and barren of spirit

enthusiasm wet His lips as

    alcohol fired His throat.

He said nothing; figured no one would hear what He had to say

        nor take what He had to offer

unaware i was ready and willing to receive

    but i did not know how to communicate with Him.

 

i saw God today

She cowered in a deserted doorway, invisible in Her actions

filled Her needle with prayers

tightened Her divine trappings injected Her arm

    replaced the worship of the old tradition,

        ancestral voices echoed inside her head

She lived in secondhand ecstasy, Her forgottenness.

She spoke to Herself; she did not know i could understand

        but i did not know how to meet Her.

 

I saw God today

Splayed across the sky as the sun rises

    a timelessness forgotten in daily schedules

humankind asleep to the birth of this day's mystery

I knew how to communicate with my eyes,

my heart, and my pen.

nikwēmē

nikwēmē is a nēhiyaw (Cree) word for namesake. To receive an Indian name is an honour because a spiritual ancestor of the nēhiyāwak people comes forward to guide and protect the individual in their daily life. This name also comes with the responsibility to live appropriately, fulfilling one's purpose and honouring one's gift of life, given by the Creator.

 

i tremble,

don't know

how to follow

her example;

the seed within calls

i don't know how to cultivate it;

i cower in shame,

the presence of nikwēmē

flows through me, around me,

envelops me in her largeness;

i know not how to walk

in her footsteps humbly.

                wapi-mostos iskwew

Kin-A-Pic’s Fancy Dance

(For Deceased Marlyn Obey)

 

danced to a beat within

society's noise opposed her internal rhythm

dimples impish eyes

stinged as she wept.

 

dying every day was not new to her

comforting friends supported her decay

tasted life spiced with death

resurrected herself every now and then

to chase a butterfly

    before she twirled away.

 

molded herself, stepped out of the lines

a colorful confrontation, she looked in the mirror

a dull reflection stepped on the

guilt and shame as

she fancy danced out the door.

 

slammed shut too fast

seductively she touched many of us

even after we pushed her away

life giggled in her, deflected us

from ourselves gave life to our own dances

took our judgments with her.

 

she danced through life on a teared laugh

consumed death long before her last breath

its coldness gave energy to choreograph paradoxes

into the ancestral drumming

of her Fancy Dance Song.

Highway of Friendship

(for L.K.)

 

against the wind listening to you yet again --

You need to talk; You need to be heard

You need more and more --

lost on your one-way highway.

 

We pull over, I listen empathy turns to pity

(long for a relationship both giving both receiving)

come so far; I see where the hard road goes

one-way highway, no view

grey skies over grey broken asphalt

can't mend, no room to pass.

 

I'm turning left

toward the sunrise

drive in both directions

breathe green landscapes under blue skies

fastened seatbelt I'll follow the yellow lines

simple requests that take nothing from me

on a two-way highway

 

pick up speed

feel the breeze in my hair through the open window

pray one day you'll catch up

a smile widens on my face

the sun sets in the rearview mirror.

Full Circle

first sin hung a noose around my feminine neck

born a mistake in order to die – lost before I began

a mistake of illusion; of power and fear

 

I awaken from the mist of my forefather's beliefs

wipe the sleep of their ignorance from my eyes

 

I seek the wonderment of my inner woman

create from the expanse of choices

soul exposed unfettered of sin

body sometimes denies

I am sin-less

Headwayz

Don't make me feel;

I may realize I'm weak.

Don't touch me!

Please touch me.

Stay away!

    Why does love escape me?

 

Don't give love to me!

I may realize I'm unworthy.

I need to do. Laundry needs folding.

Phone a girlfriend.

I can handle her problems.

I can get inside her head.

I can feel her pain.

It's safe. It's not mine.

 

Come to me, but don't touch me.

Fill me with your words,

leave your caresses at the door.

Come closer

BACK OFF!

Dishes. I need to do

the dishes.

 

You want to get to know me?

Come to my house where I am safe.

Kids distracting, house to be cleaned.

Your house? NO!!

I may feel for you.

 

To feel for you may be too much.

WATCH OUT!!

                 Make no promises to keep.

Stick a needle in your eye!

Prick my heart. Not you.

I will.

 

Let me love your shell.

Don't show me you're a nice guy

DON'T!!

Let me fantasize and love you.

Let me walk away.

Let me blame you.

Dream Lover

you step up to the medium of my

dreams, enter slowly,

brush in hand, dripping

red paint on my breasts,

roll me over, the

small of my back your canvas

create landscapes life's pain mixed

in hues of greens and blues,

your brush explores

the realities of my

exquisite shapes, textures,

rolling curves and soft

planes of desire lifting my spirits

Community Angels

winged angels

passé

provide me saints

with smiles, loving hands

golden hearts

actions flow in purity

treasures of joy that empower

rewards through welcome touch

that mend raise hopes

in those who have none

Crystal Power

Crystals and gemstones are known to be healing tools, used by many cultures around the world. Science utilizes crystals in electronic equipment to power their memory capacity. This memory capability, along with other programming properties, can be tapped for their spiritual powers in order to benefit humanity. This poem is about self healing using the crystal as a symbol, a touchstone that allows an individual to incorporate one's darkness into the light of being human. To look at a crystal, the flaws produce rainbow orbs of beauty where light is reflected. It is the flaws that create the crystal's uniqueness.

 

clarity sings through crystal

its hardness bely the waters

that form and float

in cavernous depths

where light glitters rainbows

insight into the darkness

 

hammer down, sparks fly

cloudiness travels the base

- trauma -

 

Rainbow flaws

break the clear nothingness

hinting at personality

that grows out of oneness

 

a cold touch draws warm vibration

 

healing stone powers inner conception