Each dawn,
You remind me of Your love
not with a kiss, but with passion
Your fire for me blazes hot across the sky
pales out into the everyday
and every once in a while
You enfold me in loving shades of Your peace
a sunset of lavender
You come up behind me - I feel
the wind that trembles the aspen leaves,
the hairs of my body whisper
under your light breath,
my body twists against you.
You come up behind me - I feel
water laps at the shore, ebbs and
flows as you encircle my waist,
buoys me in the undercurrent
as our lips lock.
You come up behind me - I feel
fire, coals blaze soundless
melodies as you lay me down,
your body melts mine.
You come up behind me - I feel
the grass growing in ancient oak roots,
the ant maneuvers a mushroom cap
along exposed earth,
you lift my chin to look
into my eyes.
You come up behind me - I feel
the storm play through the sky, rain
pelts my hair as lightning sears, thunder
echoes my love for you
as we dance in uni-verse.
… wind blows an empty grocery-bag, against the wire fence, breaks free to sprawl across farmer's fields northeast
of Regina.
- same wind throws topsoil from another field by Regina Beach, into the eyes of a female hitchhiker who escapes
the abuse of another lover.
… water laps at Buffalo Pound's Beach as children play in the sand, only to swim inland in the chlorinated pool.
- same water is processed and supplied as drinking water, lacking any nutrients.
… fire used to heal many, heats the grandfather rocks in a sweat lodge, left unattended as it sweeps across the barren
fields and melts the canvas tarps and prayer cloths.
- same fire singes a young girl's arm where her stepfather butts his cigarette out to teach her a lesson.
… earth bulldozed and torn up to make roadways over graves and historical sites left desecrated.
- same earth robbed of its minerals, creates a wobble in its rotation around the sun, breaks down our electromagnetic grid.
…the child gasps for breath
…the woman dies of toxic blood
…the man struggles with impotency
…the elder withers alone
…the sun sets.
(The Energies of Life)
I sit in ceremony
invoke the elements
sacred circle intact
hair sheathed
mouth mumbles
faery words to caress
energies of life together
for the highest good of all
I stand up
untie the wizard's knot
circle unbound
my hair travels the wind
I return to you at the
end of the witching hour
spell our bodies together
my hair spills over my
breasts, knots in your fingers
my back arches
hips widen, encircle you
spirits unite bodily
our wizard's knot unleashes
orgasms of life.
rippling fur ice blue eyes
sear my soul past anxious fear
illusive protectiveness
loyalty shivers through her
turns to the pack majestically muscular
connects the whole with fierce determination
sure steps an outer glimpse of my inner strength
For JRF
His black mane shines with bear grease
tendrils braided tight
tradition of the high step in his stance
the royalty of ancestry in his breath
- echo
His hoof slides across my ground,
caresses me as Mother
pebbles freckle my back
I roll in green linen
- sigh
His heart quickens as my breath
excites him to race, to explore
curves of my landscape
legs open to the horizon
beckons, green linen
falls away to crystal light
- breathe
The moon steals the sunset
captures his breath he relaxes
into my darkness comforted in
green linen wrapped in my arms
once more.
gracefully
in the bright sky clouds caress their wingtips
the chase – playful foreplay
twirling, gliding they
fall into each other
only to fly away
they spiral
round dance to their
communion - coming together
called towards the horizon
green grass beckons
below shimmering trees
the wind picks up
sends ripples across the lake
speedboat roars by
push waves of fun
to the kids on the
diving float
I think of all the lessons
that rock my foundation
threaten to tip me
into the cold
I ride
two feet spread wide
hips solid
unprotected
no guard rails
only my own
buoyant center
While at Kehewin Reserve, just before the Chicken Dance, a nēhiyāw (Cree) ceremony, I was contemplating the ethical judgments of right and wrong, purity and impurity. Looking into the darkness of pre-dawn, I watched the sun rise, from darkness to light, the sky full of color. I noticed that purity was in the colors of the sky, with the white, the symbolic color of purity, tainting the lines and designs of color. This scene in totality was beautiful, but the perspective made me wonder what was naturally pure?
In the world
there is no white canvas of purity –
from darkness - which twinkles of stars and
planetary haloes - dawn emerges
its lavenders tainted with fiery hues that bring forth the blue
purity penetrates All.
The only white on this canvas
is the phenomena of worldly clouds
set on heavenly blue.
