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Poem – The Search
The sound of metal scraping across rock strewn fields is not the imagination filling time with stories and distracting thoughts away from what appears to be inevitable. No, that really is the machines emerging from the dense forest. That is the machines rewiring fluid thoughts, adapting to the immediate environment while focusing on the assigned…
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Poem – Birth
In the beginning we come into this space as innocent beings fumbling around the empty fields stretching forever. We stare in wonder and with amazement as to the endless possibilities and the control we have of our life. Then something changes and the field begins to fill with objects and obstacles and where there was…
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Poem – Return
In the end, when this life becomes the next, we become the raw materials returned to earth only to rise and become the flowers of tomorrow.
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Poem – Flowers
In the end, when this life becomes the next, we are left behind as one flower in the open fields becoming 10-thousand blooming and radiant beings.
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Poem – No Words
“No words”, as the sky burns and we watch from another place. “No words”, as I remember a time before time standing atop mountains overlooking valleys filled with smoke and spirits of ten thousand beings.
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Quote from Luther Standing Bear
“For the Lakota, kinship with all creatures of the earth, sky and water was a real and active principle. In the animal and bird world there existed a brotherly feeling that kept the Lakota safe among them. And so close did some of the Lakotas come to their feathered and furred friends that in true…