Run with the wind. Dance with the sea.

Run with the wind. Dance with the sea.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose.

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                     Run with the wind. Dance with the sea.

One year in paradise.
We fell from  heaven.
Nights of love and passion overtaken
by silence and a goodbye.

I climbed to the highest mountain I could find.
Took me hours to go to the Olympic mountains
in Washington State.
I found a unmarked path.
I tried to touch the sky.

I went to the ridge of the mountain.
I watched the hawks.
I sat and prayed for some kind of peace.
The hawks sat close.
Keeping me company.

I was dead in heart.
My spirit saw no peace or calm.
A gentle rain came down.
The forest somehow overtook my eyes.
I was swimming in nature beauty.
I thanks the great Spirit for this day. 
I took the long walk back to my truck.
Thinking of the gifts of nature all around me.

I realized how small I was.

I held my suicide board tightly.
The rope  connect to my wrist.
Held the board close even if I lost it.

Me and my good friend Padget went into the Winter
storms of the oceans without fear.
Took 45 minute to find the strongest point of the waves.
I was tossed in all directions by the powerful sea.
Some were 200 feet in height.
I felt one with the water.
She could take me away.
Or allow me to dance with her.

Many people would watch us daily.
They would come to us.
Ask us did we fear the ocean or were we crazy?
I would tell them.
"Take no chances.
Know no pleasure or won't  know the feel of testing life and death."
 
I met the woman again.
She came to me.
She asks me to come back.
She told me "I missed you.
I'm sorry for being loco sometime."

I smiled.
I remembered crying in my beer.
Being lost and confused.
I look at the Seaside ocean.

I remember the breeze of the mountain air.
The hawk sitting across from me.
"Whispering know the real joy of life.
Leave the s**t behind.
Run with the wind."

I watched the ocean dance.
She was calling me.
I wished to go to her.
Dance with the waves and be free.

I reached over and kissed my old love.
I told her " thank you."
I told her "I found a true love."

"I will run with wind.
I will dance with sea.
I will be free and strong."

                         Coyote
                       13 Nov 2010


© 2011 Coyote Poetry


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Coyote Poetry
First new poem in a long time. Please assist with mistakes.

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Powerful and deceptively entrancing. Humanity as it is in the poigant moments where we seem to find oneness. The flow and the approach was simple but yet read as a whole it has a flow and musicality to it that helps the reader connect with what you are expressing. An impressive peice 100/100

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Beautiful. its like watching and not reading. and what we see is pure beauty. Well Done pal !!!

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and as always i loved it keep em comin

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this poem is amazing. its very descriptive and very well written, i dont have much to say besides WOW. its very very amazing one of the best, if not the best poem i have ever read

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This is nice. Your tenses are always a little different then what I'm accustomed to, but I think that is just you. Very nice.

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I feel a little inspiration here, letting go of worries, of everything and just living. Living life to the fullest, not letting all the crap of and in this world get us down. Living, being free and one with our Spirit.

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You give us all such a longing to live to the fullest.. to let loose those things that hinder, and let passion be our wings... How few ever live so deeply.. how few..

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I've always said nature is our greatest teacher and the best therapy for the soul... your poem is such a brilliant example of that.

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to me, this is the letting go of sorrow and self-pity and finding the truth of freedom within the heart . your last stanza an inspiration within itself .

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It's awesome!! I love it you always come up with something unique and something that has strong meaning. Like my favorite saying "Live life, and then dance with death." Cause the whole time, you might as well be flirting the with the devil himself to stay alive. This is a strong poem, so carefree, and strong emotion. Just to let you know I changed my name several times on here. This poem is strong, and it just makes me want to go out and run around, like I did 5 years ago in elementary. Good times. Really brings back the feelings. Makes me remember live life today, don't dream about tomorrow cause your just getting older.

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The stories you tell are at once descriptive and beautiful, i wont correct your grammar, im not in a position to do that, your words express great depth of feeling.

BRAVO

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