Fog and Memories

....another poem in the Native Spirit

Fog and Memories

 

 

The fog rolled in thick

over the field behind our house.

Sitting on the deck

I couldn’t see Willow Creek,

but could hear its flow

as the water ran past the tall Oak.

The fog rose from the grass

to greet the sun

announcing the arrival of Spring

and warmer days.

 

In the garden’s far corner,

green sprigs of Tulip blades

were beginning to reach for sunlight,

and soon colorful flowers

will decorate

and put on a show.

These signs of the yearly cycle

reminds me of my Grandmothers.

One of long ago native spirit,

the other white.

But. both knew the ways of balance.

 

After giving blessings

to the 4 directions,

burning sage

to purify the area I sat in,

I began to remember

what my Grandmothers

taught me:

     “Respect the Earth, my son.

     You are part of it’s story.

     You must always give back

     what you take

     and make better

     that which you find.”

 

     “To be human,

     respect the 4 directions,

     burn the sage of purity

     and see the continuity

     and balance in all things.”

 

We live in dark times,

night eats the day

and I am unable to sleep.

There is no balance in a world

on the verge of calamity.

 

Extinction takes aim at humanity

as cannons roar,

swords rattle

and atoms

come loose at the seems of life

as armies battle

in blood and gore.

 

     “Also remember, my son,

     out of darkness, comes light.

     What exists for destruction

     also contains the potential for construction.

     Out of extreme ugliness

    there is potential for great beauty.

     It all depends on what tracks

     you want to leave.”

 

The fog has lifted,

my Grandmother’s voices dissipate

on the morning’s breeze,

my coffee has grown cold,

and I realize there is a lot of work to do.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.15.22

Author's Note

....thanks for reading.... my grandmothers appear to me at strange times...

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Redzone?

As you may know, I am not into Organized Religion ... In fact, I do tend to stand and write quite openly against it, though I do support all Humanity's right to religious practice and freedom of their own choosing, just as I do choose not to ... Am not an Atheist, but do agree with many of Atheists' conclusions ... Somewhat like your ancestors, I do tend to theorize that the Earth, even the Sun as a Star, is a living Entity in some fashion unfathomable and incomprehensible to our meager Human minds ... I am not into Spiritualism, but am also not against either ... I tend to believe that there is an insidiously nefarious agenda behind the Globalist Agenda to allegedly "Save The Planet." ... And yet, i also believe that no wise man cuts down every tree, dries up every spring, kills every living animal, or takes a dump in his own living room, as, currently, this Planet is the only home and functional Spacecraft that Man has to eke out his years of living upon ... Therefore sound logic and wisdom declares that Man should protect his only home and only means of safely traversing that star man calls Sol and rises each morning as our Sun ... I attempt to excercise common sense reason and balance, in striving to steer myself clear of an outright extremist stance on any topic or issue, though, I am human and sometimes fail to do so ... Having shared all of the preceding, allow me to continue below ...

Like you, I see the winds of War's insanity stirring, the skies darkening with clouds around us, and the hope of avoiding such devestation dwindling day by day in a world where the leaders of this God-less (there is no God for Man is God as God is Man) Planet appear willing to obliterate all Humanity in their struggle over who shall rule us and retain us as physical and mental slaves ... Even our potential enemies in such a conflict feel this ominous oppressive atmosphere that seems to wish to such the very light and life out of this world upon which we live, with all humans seeking for the same things: Life, Freedom's Liberty, a reasonable living of prosperity, sleep without fear of attack, afforable healthcare, decent homes, a bit of pleasant entertainment, and a bright future and long life for our children and their children after us ... And yet, the powers that be have the masses of Humanity pitted against one another, willing to commit heinous acts in order to simply hope to survive the aftermath of that which does appear to be coming ... I do wish I had the answer, but I do not ...

This is a powerful piece of writing here, and I did find it truly inspiring, even to the point of my nature to practise wordiness ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham (A Different Breed Of Moderate)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Amazing poem
I loved it
I’m not good at in depth reviews
But your message re not sleeping resonates with me and a lot I’m sure I truly love the way you incorporated your grandmother and her sayings too
Great work

[redzone]

Hi Julie and thank you so much for your words and visit.... no worries about not doing "in depth reviews", I appreciate that you stopped by, read and enjoyed the poem....

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Most welcome 🙏