Saturday, August 26, 2006

Native Ameican Wisdom - The Great Spirit

Cherokee Prayer
Great Mystery, teach me how to trust my heart,
my mind, my intuition, my inner knowing,
the senses of my body, the blessings of my spirit.
Teach me to trust these things
so that I may enter my Sacred Space
and love beyond my fear,
and thus Walk in Balance
with the passing
of each glorious Sun.
Lakota Prayer
Hold On Hold on to what is good,
Even if it's a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
Even if it's a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
Even if it's easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
Even if someday
I'll be gone away from you.
A Pueblo Indian Prayer
Humankind has not woven the web of life.
We are but one thread within it.
Whatever we do to the web,
we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together.
All things connect.
Chief Seattle, 1854
May the Warm Winds of Heaven
Blow softly upon your house.
May the Great Spirit
Bless all who enter there.
May your Mocassins
Make happy tracks in many snows,
and may the Rainbow
Always touch your shoulder.
Cherokee Prayer
BlessingOh, Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me,I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty
and make my eyes ever behold
the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things
you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise
so that I may understand the things
you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons
you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my Spirit may come to you without shame.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Efants De Le Revolution Boheme

We were the glory seekers, the fading stars
desperately trying to inspire.
We were the ones shouting "Vivant la vie boheme!
Vie aux révolution!"and raising our glasses to decadence.
It was us who attended old Mass three times weekly,
for the beauty of the language, and worshipped at brothels each night.

We were the silhouettes on table tops and roof tops,
singing odes to humanity in our crude vernacular.
We were the neo-linguists, the neo-classicals,
obsessed with the avant garde while our lives decayed.
Ours were the high and noble minds which kept us, penniless,
in bare apartments while the bourgoise sank into wealth.

We were the ones who spoke of love, wrote those endless songs,
and reveled in our freedom.
Ours were the enlightened booksthat fell flat in the over-stocked markets
while our contemporaries' soared to fame.
Ours were the voices, raised
on limelit stages, in darkened coffee shops, on lamp-lit corners
filling the empty nights.
Briseis Phemonoe

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Only Time

Alaska: The American Last Frontier

Humpback - Inside Passage
Mendenthal Glacier
Haines, Alaska
Typical Alaskan Landscape
What an incredible journey...the landscape for 10 days was breathtaking!

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

moon dust

From the dewy realms
Murmurs of night –

Terraced fields Babbling sky
Humming lamps
Sounds of pleasure and pain

Warmth of the room,
wakes up Drifts down…
Spreads on
the elm lined walkways

The beige moon hangs low
Symbol of glee or woe…
The ebbs and flows of,
his mood
Throbs like dynamo…
As effervescent As mine…
Silly him,
Silly me…

The "Hermione" in me
Conjures castle,
Turns time…
Walked through the plane
Of angels and the dark ones
Avert my gaze
Unwilling to explain the presence

the fire crackles
back from the waves
enshrouded in clouds
the “now”
silver orbis tucking himself up

and while I was away
scattered a few verses
on my floor…

picked ‘em up
a stifle a yawn

the winged ones rouse
reverberation of rhymes
sieving in my early morning…

Morning, Earth!

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