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Shamanic Journeying
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Tag: poetry

Lost Passport

The lost passport that  took you to Sri Lanka  is in the left breast pocket of the famous blue raincoat that you rarely wore.  The plane ticket that flew...

Wanderer: The Beauty of Life

I am sinking through the paradisical sky Splashing high tides fade away into the horizon Getting lost in the restless dreams of adventure Wandering soul so vibrant...

April Windstorm on Mountain Cliff (for Diana)

This poem, composed years ago, represents a core part of my transformative healing journey, that culminated in 100 percent total forgiveness. You were with me...

Given Up to the Wind

"When the stories have all been told and all the ways of growing old have been given up to the wind,   when we finally welcome home our beautiful...

The Gate Stands Open 

"Perhaps the fall from grace wasn't so much the eating of the apple but rather,  the swallowing of the story that separated us from ourselves and our ability to...

Only the Rich are Happy

we'll lose this place I guess and someone I think it should be you must sell their car that leaves us with certain economies like staying in together and passing...

Word for Word

You sewed yourself to my soul ages ago and so I know you I have always known you word for word

Homage

When I failed, my Dad always said, "That's okay, it will build character." My life lessons, Turning loss into inner gain, Presented in my everyday injuries...

Rainbow Dance

Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around. Full swell the woods; their every music wakes, Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks Increased, the distant...

In love with the hills…

The nonpareil beauty smiles at me. Like a knowing mother. Because beauty never screams. It smiles, then whispers. The star spangled sky, in all its sheerness, looks at...

Swan Dive

I peeked through the door As the early morning sun Sent pale slivers of light Across the floor His head was bent Over his pillow Too weak To raise...

Haiku

Old Master, turning, Sage leaves to crimson and Gold Waits for my visit

pretty little rebel

i dreamed of a past life where i was fighting for my emperor, and ended up dying to defend him falling off the top of a roof; to this very...

Sometimes

Sometimes all our dreams Can seem quite absurd And you have to go solo Away from the herd Sometimes you just have to Plug your ears And say la la...

see me in the whisper

Does it matter whether I am black, white, male or female whether my name is Brahman, God, Yahweh or Krishna? Whether my apprentices in the world are named Christ Buddha or Mohammed? Only see me...

The “Y” Mindblower

In my mind, I feel this readiness, something I call alacrity. But in the mad rush of life, everything gets blurry. Exciting opportunities lying ahead make...

The Great Re-Birth of a Nation: Total Solar Eclipse of 08/21/2017

In Her silence She speaks The black ink of shadow Slowly covers the fiery yellow blaze Of the Sun A Full Eclipse Is bringing a fresh birth Of the United States...