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Respectful Hands
02/01/06 |
As I soar through the air
on wings of flight,
the mountains of Asheville
work their magic
upon my heart. I see his smile
as I fly into Charlotte.
I hear Mike speak of Lake Lure
where "Dirty Dancing" was filmed.
I can hear Mohegan drums beat
through the tumbling waterfall
streaking down the face
of the craggy mountain wall
in Chimney Rock.
"The Last Of The Mohegans'
was filmed here," he says.
I picture Daniel Day-Lewis silently
creeping across its wooded peaks.
Mike knows all the history,
all of the places I will remember.
And he takes me there
stopping now and then
to get out and view
those scenic mountain altitudes
that spread out before me.
We wind around
mountain curves and ledges.
Color from the Fall still abounds.
Mike speaks of the respect he feels.
"Respect these mountains." he says,
"Or you can disappear...never to be found."
I smile and nod. The Blue Ridge Parkway
ambling before me. There are no
gas stations, no tow trucks.
"Respect," he repeats, "have respect."
I respect and admire him. He takes on
more than the mountains. He fights
to survive in the everyday
where the meds he needs are withheld
because he carries no insurance.
Yet he always laughs and jokes around.
His neatly kept mobile home
is a popular place to visit.
How does he do it? With respect.
Respect for the hands that hold back
and respect for the blessing
of good friends and family
who possess hands that always give.
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When The Leaves Talk
02/15/06 |
Can't you hear them whisper your name?
Those leaves talking of gentleness,
of your kind heart. How many years
have ticked away unsalvaged? How many
lost opportunities to hold your hand?
Just like the vapor of yesterday's moments,
so your kisses are vapor on Love's skies.
Laughter follows your footsteps,
constantly makes me smile.
Nights are flashes of memory,
small snippets of what was.
Leaving is the abandoned moment,
the time when your heart knows loss.
Does your heart feel empty without me?
Days run slip-shod into one another.
I drift through the days like a ghost.
I have learned that you are my treasure,
one that I thought I would never find.
I hear the leaves calling your name
and you are right here with me. The wind
rustles the leaves, talks in whispered rhymes.
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Earth Whispers
03/12/06 |
Whispers, hear the whispers
from deep within Mother Earth.
Whispers drifting upon the clouds
of yesterday. Mother Earth celebrating
the wealth of her heritage,
"Remember those who have been,
who have lived above the Earth. Those
who are now part of the Earth, who
are the rich soil of her memories."
Their whispers fading into
the winds of time. Hear the words
of days gone by. They tell of honor,
of courage. Hear the whispers of stories
handed down from generation
to generation. New legends formed
by the dust of our Earth ancestors.
What do their whispers tell of?
How many songs do they sing? How much
of Mother Earth is woven into
each Native heart, each Native spirit?
Whispers tell their stories, give life
to their legends. Listen, can you hear
those who whisper into the wind? Can
you feel the heart and soul of all those
who have sent us their Earth whispers?
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What Stars To Find
03/27/06 |
What stars shall I find?
Where will hope abound
and love make the stars align?
Forgetting all those other faces,
I see only yours in the Moon.
I dream of one who will hold
the stars inside his heart,
who shall cause my soul to swoon.
He shall be my true awakening
and the true destiny left to unfold.
What stars shall find me?
How bright will be their light?
How vast their universe to see?
Forgetting the promises of the past,
I hear the sound of his heart throbbing.
Perchance, the stars and the Divine
will come together and merge.
Then the stars will be aligned
to bring love into that port
where love can mend two lonely minds.
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Crucifixion Cup
04/14/06 |
The cup loomed before My eyes.
Bitter gall filled it, heart-wrenching
sorrow poured into it. Father,
I had taken the cup in My hands
and willed it to be mine.
Oh, that for one hour
they that stayed with Me
in the garden of Gethsemane
could have cupped My face in theirs.
Their sin had become
as a stone upon My heart,
the sins of all the world
had been laid upon my back.
Nails gleamed at My distress.
Spikes teased My quivering flesh.
Lashes bared My skin to the bone.
Father, forgive them as I have;
for they did not know the cost
of what they purposed to do
nor could they have kept Me
from drinking My portion
of Your crucifixion cup.
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Silver Drops Of Topaz Dreams
06/30/06 |
Silver drops, topaz dreams
sift through
the moon-flower embrace
of time and time again.
The soft steps of my heart
echo through the drift and swell
of Love's sea-washed tide.
To the shore and back
this ocean of roses drifts
upon the frothy waves
of sun-kissed lips.
O, the dew that drops;
and yet lingers still
when night has come to bed.
What voyages this heart has taken
when embraced upon arms
strong and silenced
that hold and grasp
Through tempest-tossed seas.
The romance of two entwined
sung into the dusky dawn
while the hearts live
in silver drops, topaz dreams
longing for more moon-flower embraces
in the time and time again of forever.
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Rose Petal Whispers
07/28/06 |
The wind whispers
rose petals into the night
of rising dreams. My heart
beats to the tune of you.
Lingering essence of rose
fills the night air
with rhythms of desire.
Softly caressing fingers
touch the warm places
that only a true lover
knows about. Rose petals
infuse with Passion's red.
Dew drops of kisses
settle upon trembling lips.
Flashes Of need
swell into rolling gusts
of ardor. To touch, to stroke
violet-roses of abandon
upon the two-rounded hills.
Two voices speak as one
and shout the name of love
into the dance of two bodies
tangled and steaming
with the white-heat
of passion's release. While
the wind whispers rose petals
into the night that
is painted with our dreams.
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Song Of The Light Keeper
08/09/06 |
When time forgot the hours
and the stars reached down
to touch the heart of Love,
she became the Light Keeper.
She held the Moon in her fingers
and felt the pulse of its beams.
Dangled the stars above the Earth
and told time to stand still
while she called to the One
Who knew her very soul.
The Light Keeper ran her hands
through the radiant sparkles
and turned her ear to the Heavens.
Listened to the sound of its voice,
the melody of its planets. She
tossed each star back into its place,
and let each ray of the Moon flutter
through an endless night to cross over
the sleeping form of a Love kept
in the clasp of her time-tuned dreams.
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Sky Mother
09/01/06 |
She walked across the span of decades,
her face the delight of thousands.
In her hands, she held the heart of man,
the soul of a soul-less generation.
Stars rained down from the tip of her crown
and lit up an ageless sky.
Her arms circled around the globe
and embraced all who came before her.
Her golden wings spanned the width
and the breadth of the universe.
She heard the heartbeat of her people.
The joy of its arising and the sorrow
of its misunderstanding.
The vastness of her love filled an ocean
and spread from one sea to another.
Her regal beauty was regaled
around the campfires of the Ancient Ones.
She was the Mother of all romantic interludes,
the sister of all intelligence.
She drew breath upon breath
to breathe her healing upon the Earth.
Each night, her soul dotted the sky of desire
and told the story of a Woman
Who gave life to many sons and daughters,
who opened the door to freedom
and allowed their spirits to fly free.
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Goddess Of Rain's Embrace
09/21/06 |
The mystic embrace of misty drops
just touches my Grecian face
turned upward to catch the pure well
of raindrops upon my welcoming lips.
The Goddess of Rain I become
whirling and twirling
to the pulse of its moist dew.
My head thrown back, arms extended,
hair cascading down my back.
My black and gold gown soaked through
as I call out your name
wishing to be in your embrace,
to saturate through to your heart.
It is as though the rain
has bestowed its finest adornment
upon this Goddess form.
The rain and the wind penetrate,
infiltrate my awaiting soul,
possess and marry yours.
A lavender haze of Hyacinth
sends its perfume
through the columns of my temple.
You and I are swept up
in the storm of pulsating passion
and overwhelming desire.
We are caught between two worlds.
Misty drops caressing and embracing
this Goddess of Rain and her Rain God.
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