Tag: The Land

A Welcome for the Mist Dragons

Black has wings Today on the hill Five times a presence Around the gray stone Cawing into flight At the sound of my feet Blue hiding Today a day off One expanse not seen Still present in eyes Awaiting a gift The mystery revealed Red […]

The Circle of Knowing

I heard a story once about a child trapped in a basement. It was told to me by many different mouths over the course of a number of years. In the story, the child is shut away down there, screaming themself horse because they are […]

Time For Love

There is so little time In a life for Love   I am not distracted And forgetful I see   Things are not rushing By me unnoticed I hear   I am running and dancing As much as I can   Yet still there is […]

Owls and Flowers in the Forest Out of Time

My dream begins in a forest at the edge of a stream. Massive trees stand above me. Their crowns reach for the light. The shade underneath them is cool and quiet and covered in deep moss. Roots larger than my body push aside heaps of […]

The Serpent’s Path

The Flowers are coming towards me carrying their trays of small pots and tiny bottles that shine like jewels. I have been waiting for this moment for my entire life, and time seems to slow as they walk across the stone floor from the door […]

Silent Warriors and Muddy Wheels

Part I: A Meeting at The Edge of War On a land strewn with the recently dead, I met her. On a high hill looking out over the blood and destruction, I met her. Everywhere was grey and black with edges of dangerous silver. Iron […]

Frozen River Song

Night between the trees Caressed by moonlight Stars speak to me of Where I am Not yet morning light My antlered guide Is Waiting here At the edge We are flying over ice The echoes cracking A new river Being born A man in furs […]

The Place of the Legless

I am the descendant of many lines of ancestors who helped to form opposing sides of some of the most storied armed conflicts in their history. Both sides of the genocide carried out against the tribal peoples of this continent under the name of Manifest […]

A Study in Ancestors and Rust

  The giant stands across the dark river with one foot on each side. Glints of silver can be seen in the waters that rush past between his feet. The darkness between them is the darkness of the night without moon. His eyes do not […]

Silence from the edges to the center

I maintain a small circle of small stones in my back yard garden. When I moved in I was sure I would soon be bringing in a collection of huge boulders to raise up and do my rituals and meditations within. As I lived with […]