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Poem – The Ancients

Scattered across the window
Overlooking the rocky outline
Of the lake shore.

Cast from the memories of thousand years
Together we embrace as the fire
Fills the black sky with our own universe
And the reflection of the time we have endured
And the souls we have emerged as on the other side.

Standing side by side with flow stretching across endless stars and planets
we emerge each awakening flanked by the white and black wolf.

Together we will enter Valhalla and live among the giants
who have guided and taught us ways of the ancients.

Late evening summer sun

Poem – Empty

With an empty mind
free of obstructions
we can see and hear everything.

Each leaf in the tree canopy –
each breath across the sea –
each grain of sand.

Walking across the empty field
we hear each foot step
and see the wolf before it sees us.

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Poem – See, Turn, and Return

(1)

What defines the human spirit
when we are pushed to our limits?

What ghosts are we chasing through
day and night?

Are ghosts chasing us through
valleys and up mountains?

(2)

I see the moon in a dewdrop,
does the moon see me?

I look across the river
as the black wolf approaches.

I look uphill
as the shadows swallow the trees

(3)

I drink the sunset’s last light
and as the sky dissappears

and the cold air settles,
I am content in my place here

and I let go of remaining thoughts
making room for ten thousand lanterns.

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Poem – Winter Songs – Part 2

I awoke to the full moon
dipping into the cold river.

Light sprinkled across the
untouched snow except for

a single path of recent
paw prints leading from

the water to the distant
tree line lost in the mountain shadow.

Poem – When Darkness Becomes All That We Know

Grey infused frozen water consumes the last light before the fields darken.

Distant planets follow me from dawn until dusk and a new world emerges where I have become one with beings and energy I do not understand yet make sense at levels I did not know existed.

I left my field years before I arrived here, in search of a new beginning, a chance to erase the past, the stories I have written.

Days traversing empty fields become lost in the mountain shadow where the sky became the ground as we became blind from snow and ice.

With no vision or guidance I was forced to remember ancient words from mountain tops.

It was difficult to separate the truth from lies, the cloaked wolves from the bodhisattva sent from beyond the shadows.

I stumbled upon a rock and fell into a creek feed from glaciers. I feel deep to the bottom of the creek and then I stopped.

The cold become the darkness of my being. The shadows thickened and became a vision of nothing, an island of another existence.

In that moment of eternity I stood on the shoreline of swirling black light and stared at the island. On that island a life played out like a movie and after some time, I realized it was my life, it was my movie.

I watched the choices and decisions I made, the people I loved, and the people I hurt. I watched the distance I kept and the selfishness I exuded. At times, I thought those on the island, in that temporal dream state, looked over at me across the distance as I watched them, as if they know I was there apart from the person they were interacting with.

When darkness becomes all that we know, a choice is presented to grow beyond the person whose own words and actions put them there.

Poem – The Raven and the Wolf

The dream came furious
and ended quickly.

Remembered in fragments
driven to the edge by fractures.

I picked up the pieces
scattered across the field.

I chased the raven
and the wolf

carrying those I cherished
most, memories of who I

thought I was.

Poem – I awoke…

I awoke after years of
semi-concious sleep
not in bed,
or in some familiar place –
in an empty field.

Some distace away in an unknown
direction two wolves played
with a gold sphere.

My Empty Field

My Empty Field

Poem – White Wolf

The white wolf
Shadows the treeline
Morphing into recent snowfall.

Within the empty fields
It disappears into nothing
And I fully awake in the middle
Of this field shaken, cold, and naked.

Its breath warm across my face
its footprints circling my body.


Poem – Black Wolf

In dreams the black wolf
enters the room and I sleep
while it quietly cirlces the bed

I awake in sweat and tears and
while the room is empty I smell
what left, what circled, and I know
he visited. Again.

Winter Forever?

An early morning trip north, yielded a few surprises – It can snow in May in MN! Ice pellets and snow flakes dotted the semi blue and grey sky above the tallest of the pine trees. Meanwhile, our clothing was being attacked by deer and wood ticks. We recorded the first snow fall in October and now May marks the 8th month we have had some snow.

As I have gotten a few years older, my favorite season has shifted from fall to winter, much to the dismay of everyone else who reminds me that summer is slowly becoming a season of two months.

Winter is the season of awareness. It is when everything becomes brighter, and the true self and being emerge or are revealed. It is the season where we turn inward, to look for warmth and comfort within. We become more aware, with sharper senses, we see the outlines of trees against the blue backgrounds; we see the moose tracks carrying further and deeper into the woods; we realize the quite solitude of mountain peaks overlooking valleys and the distant howl of coyote or the growl of a circling raven.

Winter reveals more of the delicate balance of animals, vegetation, humans, and role each of us play. Survival instincts become second-nature, and beings rely more on themselves to emerge on the other side of the mountain pass.