Stop listening to men and women with
Heads full of knowledge
Stepping over winter ice
Carrying treasure
Chests full of transient Shadows
Self important artifacts of passing drama
Hold counsel wise heart
In your fire lit stories
Seasons change in the melting
Become a driftwood guitar of salt-blood flames
Reaching far horizons where we live
In each others dreams
Reach back through the sun
Setting sunflower center piece
In the place of someone’s troubled heart
Those that have not made the bloom
Frozen in winter’s garden
From the strings and rhythm of deeper felt sense
Ride the crest of your wafting serpentine colors
A drifting sky is not without direction
Arrival on the green island
Is a grain of sand in
time
Get use to wind and tide
Visions implore you deeper
Song images playing through the eons
Of your wind swept memory tent
After I leave you in the dawn
I’ll be with you when I’m gone
Ease up trying to fill egos emptiness
With competitive need for attention and grasping
For more transient things to flatten the pain
The garden is exhausted from this perennial wanting
What message are you sending to the universe
When crowded in with ancestors and spirits love
Feed them something everyday
Gratitude and prayer offering to help
Open your heart
The world will dream of you
We will be together
As river mind and tree knowledge
Bear in your dream and cactus at dawn
A pony running for the apple
By the hearts stream
Star prayers keep your power
With judgment clean
Call wild passion courage out
Those who run or ridicule
Are not keepers of the flame
Fear not their time to ignite
Be the heart spoken mirror
Open inside out let’s see all of you
And you will see all of us
Ancestor spirit walkers
Through the veil
Lighter stories we weave
Wear this all of you
For your spring dance.
