Our Heart Fire ash held a black snake image
imposed on white,
and I could hear rattling today.
Change is upon us.
I gave thanks to the gatekeepers of the four directions,
all of our teachers and guides, and so many lessons:
Bring the fire to the people.
Your medicine is needed
And welcome.
Stay focused.
No need for a trail of tears.
Open your heart.
Great eagle of the east
Thank you for letting our clan
Glimpse some of the tender potentials and
precious possibilities of Spring.
The ashes are now spread.
Aho!
The doors are open!
May your journey bring great vision, abundance and joy.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Holy Mother of Change
Fluidity
even in death
Decomposition
takes time
Its completion
brings fertility.
Bull gods and days of fat sacrifice.
Why do I resist?
The ego still says:
Only Me in This Body
It is a challenge.
The great network of all things
The great cycle
The likeness of old age to childhood
Of Birth to Death
Creative Destruction
Everywhere my ancient roots
Herons dance in the pines
Pileated Woodpeckers call across
winter space
Phoenix recurs
recurs
recurs.
Creative Destruction
Horus, the Hawk:
Messenger from (and to ...) the Other Side
Kind Truth is the best we have to offer.
Year of the Snake:
Change is upon us.
My ancient roots
sing to me
sing to me
sing to me
Help me to listen
and be not afraid.
These canyon walls echo the sound
of ancient drums
The heartbeat of The People
shared with all of Creation.
Sacred Web,
hold us gently,
and teach us to weave with you.
All of Creation is the thread:
Let my light ease your burden.
Complete me.
Destroy me.
Begin me anew.
Resurrection is my birthright.
I. So. Choose.
Unweave the tapestry
and weave again
Holy Mother of Change,
Help me to Trust in the
Transformation
[Copyright Dancinghawk February 2013]
even in death
Decomposition
takes time
Its completion
brings fertility.
Bull gods and days of fat sacrifice.
Why do I resist?
The ego still says:
Only Me in This Body
It is a challenge.
The great network of all things
The great cycle
The likeness of old age to childhood
Of Birth to Death
Creative Destruction
Everywhere my ancient roots
Herons dance in the pines
Pileated Woodpeckers call across
winter space
Phoenix recurs
recurs
recurs.
Creative Destruction
Horus, the Hawk:
Messenger from (and to ...) the Other Side
Kind Truth is the best we have to offer.
Year of the Snake:
Change is upon us.
My ancient roots
sing to me
sing to me
sing to me
Help me to listen
and be not afraid.
These canyon walls echo the sound
of ancient drums
The heartbeat of The People
shared with all of Creation.
Sacred Web,
hold us gently,
and teach us to weave with you.
All of Creation is the thread:
Let my light ease your burden.
Complete me.
Destroy me.
Begin me anew.
Resurrection is my birthright.
I. So. Choose.
Unweave the tapestry
and weave again
Holy Mother of Change,
Help me to Trust in the
Transformation
[Copyright Dancinghawk February 2013]
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
A MURDER OF FOCUS
A swarm of crows came over the canyon wall,
noisy, and headed straight across the canyon –
dipping and yawing, but straight.
Where big birds circle the air currents, spiraling –
playing with the wind –
these crows beat their wings hard
efforting like a college crew team
or a pirate ship of rowers in high seas.
Sudden downdrafts take them as much as 10 feet,
but they struggle to rise again to the main wave
straight as an arrow across the canyon's gulf.
(draft July, edit August 2012)
noisy, and headed straight across the canyon –
dipping and yawing, but straight.
Where big birds circle the air currents, spiraling –
playing with the wind –
these crows beat their wings hard
efforting like a college crew team
or a pirate ship of rowers in high seas.
Sudden downdrafts take them as much as 10 feet,
but they struggle to rise again to the main wave
straight as an arrow across the canyon's gulf.
(draft July, edit August 2012)
CLOUDS ARE AIR MADE VISIBLE
Billows and streams and patchy fields
Layers, eddies and whirlpools
Chasing and racing
Watching, waiting and playing
Air is alive with wind, rain and heat
Minerals, meteorites
Dust and dust mites
Currents of Earthy life complete
Clouds are air made visible
(first draft July, edit August 2012)
Layers, eddies and whirlpools
Chasing and racing
Watching, waiting and playing
Air is alive with wind, rain and heat
Minerals, meteorites
Dust and dust mites
Currents of Earthy life complete
Clouds are air made visible
(first draft July, edit August 2012)
FREEDOM AT THE ARBORETUM
This past Independence Day, I was invited to an event in Spokane, Wash., that was one of my favorite 4th of July holidays to-date: we simply spent a part of the afternoon reading the Declaration of Independence.
Brilliant.
The old-timers also led the group in a rendition of “Rally ’Round the Flag” and we recited the Pledge of Allegiance (haven’t done that since … grade school?).
There was picnicking, and live music, and we enjoyed a few short sincere political speeches with a true feeling of Come one, Come all.
As Americans, we value the notion of “freedom” and our rights to our passionate opinions in a respectful and civil discourse. This event embodied these values. What a beautiful Independence Day.
Thank you, organizers, for Freedom at the Arboretum 2012, the 50th anniversary of this event in Spokane. You make me proud to be an American, and hopeful for our future as a nation and a people.
(July 2012)
Brilliant.
The old-timers also led the group in a rendition of “Rally ’Round the Flag” and we recited the Pledge of Allegiance (haven’t done that since … grade school?).
There was picnicking, and live music, and we enjoyed a few short sincere political speeches with a true feeling of Come one, Come all.
As Americans, we value the notion of “freedom” and our rights to our passionate opinions in a respectful and civil discourse. This event embodied these values. What a beautiful Independence Day.
Thank you, organizers, for Freedom at the Arboretum 2012, the 50th anniversary of this event in Spokane. You make me proud to be an American, and hopeful for our future as a nation and a people.
(July 2012)
SPRING EQUINOX 2012
Hawk cry, faint.
Scan the horizon –
low, high
on the canyon side
low, high
on the railroad side
Hawk cry, sharp.
Scan the canyon –
low, swooping up
out of the canyon bottom
low, high over the trees
and circle
circle
circle
right before me
sunshine
blue sky
hawk cry
fire in the belly
(March 2012)
Scan the horizon –
low, high
on the canyon side
low, high
on the railroad side
Hawk cry, sharp.
Scan the canyon –
low, swooping up
out of the canyon bottom
low, high over the trees
and circle
circle
circle
right before me
sunshine
blue sky
hawk cry
fire in the belly
(March 2012)
ODD BIRD
I’m an odd bird
because
I think we’re all odd birds
here to explore and share
our odd-bird-ness
with the world
(March 2012)
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