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Out over yonder, by great river shores, before Benson Bridge
was even erected, I took the form of a coyote brother. When the world was still youn..
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My luminous world, adheres to mystic twilight. Prisms ignite and arc across the indigo
firmament. Shattered are the glossy
residues of youth. Th..
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March. The
earth slowly thaws. Murmuring ice and the
scent of rich soil, engulfs fragile hillsides. Seagulls quietly circle lonely
shorelines i..
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Around the circle, blared the amber glow of
firelight upon crooked branches and rigid bark.
Embers smoldered late into the autumn night. The moo..
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Around fading embers, adorned a canopy of maple, a
chorus of frogs, grains of sand, footprints and an ancient yearning. Deep, deep, I am lost in ..
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The haunting autumn breeze
Carried auburn thoughts
Into the yearning scarlet dusk
In an Indian summer, long ago
Sunset always suited me
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Shhhh!!!!
Listen very closely
I hear the great spirit
In the fragrant breeze
I see the sacred
In each cottonwood tree
I can touc..
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Divinity
Is trapped in each snowflake
The sacred reflecting
Off silver rays
Of grandmother moon
Just past midnight
When silence ..
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Just like Indra, I am jealous, drunk on soma. Asparas visions have distracted me, leading me
astray, into the gray. For I am the
atmosphere, the..
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Tangled up in your
prayer flags. Distant chimes ring
peaceful serenity hymns across crimson cliffs.
I bow in respect at the sacred tower, h..
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