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Poem – Purpose
I stand on the rocky shore beneath old cedar arched toward the sky and I lose the layers I have delicately built. This scene never tires, never gets old. The sun rising from the calm water reflecting the morning mist. In moments of solitude when the circling raven further deepens my roots I find my…
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Poem – Uncertain
“I have been here before.” A distant memory surfaces detached from the here and now I fail to place when and where. Uncertain I have become of my place in the physical world bound by rules and limitations choking and smothering the spirit. That sunrise knows no bounds stretching beyond what I can see and…
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Poem – A Natural State
Guided by instincts pushed aside by life’s demands to survive each day we quickly find our place steeped in wood, water, sand, and the sun. As the morning rises from the sea’s depths we close our eyes and feel each ray of light and the warmth of our creator.
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Poem – A Plea
In the sea my reflection is carried away by smoke and mist. I stood there with what was left. Broken, motionless stripped of my armor, I pleaded to whatever gods lived here in the golden light and calm sea – What more must I give? I have given blood. I have given sanity. My mind…
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First Sunrise of 2015
From the frozen shores of Lake Superior, the sun rises over a windswept landscape with lake affect snow nearing.
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Poem, by Michael Gause
My good friend Michael Gause was kind enough to share this poem. The wisdom of oak and a hunter’s rhythm tobacco, sweat and that patience rising like dust to join low creek fog, the sunrise just beyond
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Winter is Coming
Early morning sunrise, a preview of winter.
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Poem – I Touched the Sun
The other morning I touched the sun newly risen each ray spread into the valley creates the shadows that move. It did not burn, my skin did not singe, I touched the sun.
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Poem – Home
To mom and pops Light edges across the roof giving rise to my shadow. With eyes closed I know it is there, I know I am home. I left 20 years ago trying to find my way to make my own life and path. Travelling to other countries finding my heart in Alaska but I…
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Essay – Guides and Turning Points
How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking coffee on a cold morning with early sunlight across the fields. In this current state of being, I awoke a few years ago after sleep walking through most of my life and leaving my path up to…