The Wisdom of Youth

Timeless voices call again, from plains and prairies, bog and fen.
Ageless whispers on the wind, ending now where they begin.
Sounding on the wondering ears, of those who listen – those who hear.
The ones who feel the earths great truth, the wisdom of our graceful youth.

The longing cries of gulls and crows, lost we were, within their throes.
Waves releasing on the beach, seeking there, what she released,
from her great sieve, her wondrous oceans, magic spells within the motions,
of the tides perpetual grind, treasures there we’d always find.

Running careless through her sands, are skin becoming dark and tanned.
Swimming in the bright green waters, fathers sons and mothers daughters.
In our youth, we felt her grace, and as we age, we feel a trace,
of all the beauty that she is, her loving touch and tender bliss.

Returning now, to youth we lost, does not entail any cost.
The wonder that we felt so strong, her blissful dance and ever song,
lives on – though we may heed it not – if we so choose, it will be lost,
replaced by things we wanted more, while youth still dances on her shore.

Joining the Dance

Softly sings that ever song, the lonesome dance goes ever on.
The spirit lights the path now taken, lamplight glows as souls awaken.
Inherent thoughts now rise above, the rose still clenched in fisted glove.
Love and laughter light the road, that leads us to our new abode…

Many souls awaken there, trading what the spirit shared,
while they walked that lonely path, embracing love, forsaking wrath.
Lost they’re not, in lamplight gleaming, truth is what they found in dreaming,
of the things the spirit is, the breathless passion, timeless bliss.

Seek it not, and we will find, the things our bodies left behind,
upon the path of flesh and blood, the rising tide, the coming flood.
We are spirit, we are flesh, the sacred tools, we seek to mesh,
within each moments blazing time, that golden light that spirit shines.

Undefined… the spirit lifts, and from our soul it gently sifts,
the thoughts unkind, our vessels truth, with golden light that marked our youth.
Our mortal thoughts lie unaware - illusions of the flesh we bear.
When we are spirit, we are strong – we join the dance, and sing along.

The Medicine wheel.

Reblogged from johncoyote:

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel.

(I have been lucky. Many kind Native American took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace.)

At the Mall I went to the so-call Native American store.

Read more… 585 more words

A great post by a wise man. Diversity is our strength, and by working as a race, we can achieve the greatness that is our birthright.

Breathless

Was it you I saw dance, in the ether today?
Were you breathless and calm, and longing to stay?

There were colors that blossomed, across a dark sky,
as the veil departed, they blithely flew by,
bobbing and weaving, violet and green,
red tinged with yellow, so calm and serene.
Did it click, like a light, turning on in the dark?
So suddenly bare, like a tree without bark?
And did you go on dancing, though you knew all could see?
Did that matter to you?
Nor did it to me.

Are we not one inside, as we always have been?
From ourselves can we hide, or commit any sin?
The acceptance of love, that we know is divine,
while divinity glows, like a light that we shine,
can be nothing so sullied, or vanquished… belied,
though so many will doubt – they just haven’t tried…

Leaving all thoughts, and conceptions behind,
floating on breezes, of colors designed,
by some other hand, neither evil nor good,
simply believing, and knowing, they should.
Free as that lark, so immortal in verse,
free of the lie, and the truth, and the curse,
free of all judgment, all sorrow and shame,
free of all things, that we thought held such fame.

Was it I, that you danced with, in the ether today?
Was I breathless and calm, and longing to stay?
If it was, please don’t wake me, I’d rather just dream,
than awake in a world, that is not, what it seems…

Voices of Reason

Blow with me, said the wind, my path is clear, and knows not sin.
Shine with me, said the sun, your journey has not yet begun.
Fall with me, said the rain, I know not fear, I know not pain.
Stand with me, said the trees, for from me comes the air you breath.
Float with me, said the ocean, my tides set greater things in motion.
Rise with me, said the mountain, for from me flows your purest fountain.
Set with me, said the moon, my power makes the oceans swoon.
Wish with me, said the stars, I bring you light, from near and far.
Sing with me, said the universe, I am the chorus, you are the verse.

Love me…
Be at peace with me…

Respect me.

Said mother earth.
Worship me not,
yet value my worth.

Impressers

Infinite…
Timeless…
Impressers of fate.

Allowing our egos,
-and doubts-

to deflate.

Becoming that all, that our spirit can be.
Filling our sails, with a wind that is free.
Living just for each moment,
like waves on the shore.
Loving all the bright things,
we were taught to abhor.
Passing wisdom – not judgment,
from our shared jeweled throne,
we will guide all the others,
and find our way home.

With our will as a compass,
with truth do we steer,
over seas not so jaded,
as they did appear.
Accepting ourselves,
leads to joining all others,
who were twins at our birth,
though we shared, not our mothers.

Strength and Power

Humanity, will one day see, the chains that bind our liberty.
Our greed and vengeance, gold and riches, lying sterile, in the ditches,
in the trenches, where we fought, where twisted values once were taught.    Then will come our brightest age, our truth released from gilded cage.

When we admit, we are divine… that truth becomes our grand design.
The evolution, of our spirit… begins when we no longer fear it.
Duality – becomes untrue…  lost when we begin anew,
to covet what we never lost… deep within it is embossed.

The glow within, that inner light, illuminates our darkest night,
the ever silent, speaking voice, that knows the truth of every choice,
our vessels compass, tried and true, that navigates our moral view,
the path is clear, when we begin, to take direction from within.

It is the truth of every word, forever yearning, to be heard,
above the din, which is our mind, it’s silence golden, we will find,
when we begin, to send it out, from deep within, bereft of doubt,
the cosmos will again be ours… that is strength – and that is power.