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VISION QUEST

 

In meditative sacredness

She sits in awe

Wild sage,

Cedar and sweet grass softly burn

Surrounding her

Within its fragrance

Enveloping her in a shroud of protection

The rattle sounds

Signaling

The entrance of spirit guides

The four directions merge as one

Honoring the Great Creator and Mother Earth

As the drums beat in rhythmic time

She enters the verdant forest

A majestic stag

Stands before her

Together they run through the forest

Unencumbered and free

Into the open wilderness

The Stag’s energy, strength and majestic grace

Fills her being with every beat upon the earth

Perched high upon a treetop

Gazing

Upon Mother Earth

A glorious eagle

Its head as white as newly fallen snow

Its dark brown feathers shimmer

Within the rays of light

Stilling her in reverie

So beautiful!

So captivating!

She asks within her heart

To become one with the eagle

And to soar

In the midst of love and light

The eagle

Granted

Her request

And she was

Forever changed

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ORANGE MOON OF AUTUMN

Gazing out

Upon the

Descending night

An orange moon

Glowing between

The trees

As it rises

Stillness

Within the lore

Of the Celtic night

Soon the earth

Will become a pallet

Of rustic hues

Oranges, reds and yellows

Cold nights will become

Warmed by fire’s glow

Enchanting the charm

Of autumn’s cloak

Connections awaken

Within her being

As the path rises

Within the moon

The visionary

Of new beginnings

Sits silently

Upon the branch

Of a white birch

Watching and

Awaiting her birth

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SPIRIT SONG

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Spirit Song

Dances in the wind

Under the blue canvas

Wispy clouds

Images of feathers

Eagles and hawks

Call

Spirit Song

Dances in the wind

Listening to the echoes

Of wisdom

Leading her path

Spirit Song

Dances in the wind

Taking flight within

Spirit Song

Dances in the wind

Listening now

For answers she has sought

Within her

Spirit Song

Dances in the wind

Arms open wide

Twirling in the rays

Beneath the blue canvas

The feather

In her long hair

Tickles her face with joy

Eagle wind

Twirling with her

Spirit Song

Dances in the wind

Listening within

Revealing ancient ways

Coming to life within her

Spirit Song

Dances in the wind

Echoes whispering

Within the wind of time

She listens

Spirit Song

Dances in the wind

Letting her spirit sing

The song she always heard

But never listened

Follow the callings

Within the heart

And those seeking

Goodness, truth and love

Will find her

Spirit Song

Carrying her peace pipe

Stones of sacredness

And her drum

The heartbeat of the soul

Spirit Song

Dancing in the wind

Coming into being

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OH COME YE FALL

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Oh come ye fall

The spirit of thy birth

Oh come ye fall

Your refreshing restorative aromas await thee

Oh come ye fall

Paint your canvas

With rich warm spicey hues

So that

The mountains and the trees

May capture the rays of light

Reflecting their beauty

Upon the mirrors of blue

Twice the enchantment

Oh come ye fall

The crisp apples

Abundant

And warm apple pie await to delight

Oh come ye fall

When the days are warm

And nights cold and crisp

To nestle within warm blankets

With and by loved ones

Oh come ye fall

By the crackling fires

As the harvest moon

Shines forth upon us

Oh come ye fall

As nature resounds

In the spectacle

Of warm spicy awe

Hawks, eagles, coyotes, wolves and deer

And the elusive twilighter

With its haunting hoot

Announcing the awakening

Of fall’s embrace

Oh come ye fall

The spirit of thy birth

Unfolding memories

When the child

Came alive

Escaping with excitement

Day and night

Within her precious sanctuary

Communing with you

In the wilderness of the northern mountains

Oh come ye fall

The spirit of thy birth

Come and let us

Play within

The awe

The transformation of you

Oh come ye fall

For you are upon

The spirit of thy birth!

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THERE’S A PLACE

 

There is a place

Where you are not judged

Where you are always welcomed

Where someone always listens

Where you can play like

A child without rebuke

Where company is plentiful

Or if you prefer solitary reverie

Where mountains are endless

For climbing and exploring with wonderment

Where you can wander

Through adoring meadows, vibrant wild flowers,

Tall grasses and meandering valleys

Where you can rest by babbling brooks, running rivers, or serene lakes

Where majestic eagles

And valiant hawks

Soar and dance within the blue canvas

Where trees dressed in many hues wave hello

Where troubadours

Nestled within the trees

Delight

Where the whispering wind soothes

Where endless wonders simply exist

Where you can meditate and become one

Where ancient wisdom and knowledge can be sought

By watching, listening, hearing, touching and smelling the spirit of the wilderness

Nature in all her Glory and Grace

Nestled within the light of the world

Is where the path to the true self begins……….

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CHESTNUT STALLION

Upon a chestnut stallion

Glowing in the rays

Across the plains

They ride

His mane and her long brown hair

Flow freely in the wind

She is alive!

Upon her chestnut stallion

Freedom

Runs through her veins

Refreshing air

Soothes her

She is alive!

The hawk and the eagle

Call to her

Carrying her

Dreams and prayers

To the realm of

Divine grace and beauty

Messengers

She is alive!

By the water’s edge

Gazing upon the

Wilderness

Untamed melodies

Echo within her

As her chestnut stallion

Restores

For the journey

Visions of days past

Whispers of white smoke

Rise from distant times

Charm her

Sweetgrass, cedar and wild sage

Flutter around her being

Cleansing and comforting

She is alive!

Her chestnut stallion

Carries her deeper into

The expanse

Dancing prairie grasses

The hawk and the eagle

Her guides

Trotting along the

Canyon’s edge

She gazes

As dusk comes

Luminous hues

Red, orange and purple

A glow before her

Shadows of hawks and eagles

Appear

Upon the walls

Of the canyon

Imprints of time

Slowly they glide along

In wide wonderment

Taking refuge

Along the majestic

Creation not made by man

Before them

She is alive!

She builds a fire

Focusing her gaze

Mesmerized by its beauty

As the stars glitter like diamonds

Within the indigo sky

The fire crackles

And warms

As the cold of night descends

Covering her horse

With its cozy blanket

They rest

But keep vigil

She is alive!

She rises

In dawn’s delight

To the call of the hawk

Soaring above

Along with her beloved eagle

For she is the

Master of her own destiny

Her freedom

Her independence

Her humble life

She is alive!

Upon her chestnut stallion

They are ready

Together they fly onward

Across the plains

Mountains aglow

Before her

Lakes, rivers, brooks and streams

Appear

A vision of blue and white hues

So pristine like crystal

Verdant hues of green

She is alive!

The stillness

Of the lakes

The babbling brooks and streams

The rushing rivers

Green hues

Encased in light

Astound her

Quench and soothe her spirit

She is alive!

Together they ride

In rhythmic time

Noticing every

Array of wonderment

She is alive!

The Master of

Her own destiny

Her peace

And happiness

Days and nights

Meander by

She is alive!

Then behold

Sierra red rock

Cathedrals

Enshrine her

Upon the path

Inlaid with pools

Brilliant blue

Cascades of sparkling white water

The hawk and the eagle

Circle is wonder

Above her

She is awestruck!

She is alive!

Her chestnut stallion

Stops

Admiring

What his eyes behold

Then

A most humble vision

His copper skin

Illuminated by rays of sultry light

His long black shiny hair

Blowing gently in the breeze

Upon his head an eagle feather

His beaded buckskin leggings pristine

Like his moccasins

Holding his peace pipe

With gentle sacredness

She and her chestnut stallion

Follow

By the crackling fire

They sit

While her chestnut stallion

Restores in the moonlight

He shares stories

Of nourishment with her

Under the glowing stars

He bestows her

With bundles of

Wild Sage, Cedar and Sweetgrass

A soothing stone of turquoise

For it is a Master healing stone

Wrapping his pipe

With sacredness

He places it before her

With grace and humility

She thanks him

Then

He disappears

From her vision

Awestruck

In the stillness of reverie

By the crackling fire

She waits

In dawn’s light

She is alone

With her chestnut stallion

And the gifts

Upon the blanket

The hawk and the eagle

Appear

Signaling a new dawn

She gathers

Her gifts and the blanket

Upon her chestnut stallion

With the hawk and the eagle

They are ready

Onward they go

Into a new adventure

And a new journey

For her

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SECLUDED IN REVERIE

By the placid waters

Of sunset blue

Comforting her soul

Whilst stepping through

The forest of

Glorious white trees

As the grasses

Dance

With the winds

Gliding across

The water

Of sunset blue

Her vision

Rests upon

A wonder

In stillness

There is awe

Standing

In the water

With graceful artistry

A heron

Secluded in reverie

In wonderment

Resting within the birches

She gazes

Captivated

A most precious

Gift

Totem

That her beloved

Nature gave

To her

On this day

A memory

Framed within

The light of divine love

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