On Friday, Anne-from-Oregon-but-now-in-Colorado articulated:
Moving isn't my favorite activity either, but helping a friend is.
The warrior sits upon his paint, on top of flat mountain
The strong desert wind dries the tears before they fall
Attention being on what his friend has seen
For the future has now revealed itself
Through the eyes of an eagle.
Great sadness overwhelms the brave as he turns and rides
Through the pass that will lead him home.
The elders will not believe me and will think I have eaten crazy weed
So I will hide behind my silence
Seeing a white man riding on the other side of the big river at the end of the world
Is too big of a story to be told
I can not see that far, they will say
They will say it's a 3 day ride
And you have only been away, not even a day
As he slowly rides through pass he welcomes the shade
Of the cool canyon walls and falls into the moment
He envisions his wife chewing on the coyote skin
And knows the skin is gift she has softened for him.
He regains his smile, his heels dig into the flanks of his paint
Into a run they go, as his friend the eagle screeches with excitement, high in the sky
Home to where love is, the lush green valley, of the morning sun.
He knows not one moment can be wasted,
Every moment in his silence, will be cherished
Until his friend flies no more.
Ken 6/14/04
On Saturday, Al suggested:
...this is one of those areas in which I believe we are like God, or should I say we ARE God in this regard. God is constantly discovering new depth and experience through our own personal awakenings...
On Friday, Ken got:
I seem to have misplaced my nose
Perhaps I have dropped it, somewhere in garden.
Seems like forever I have searched, and can't seem to find it.
Although when I pass the garden pool, I see my reflection
I know my nose in that water some ware
I seem to remember that I have seen it there
But exactly where, I'm not sure
In the past, I have almost drowned my many times
Trying to grab that nose of mine.
Causing ripples of movement upon the water only blurs my view
Strangely frustrating indeed !
So for now I shall be content with my reflection
In the still early morning hours
Weighting for the chance
To catch a glimpse of my long lost nose.
One day, I know, when the water is the stillest
I'll see through my reflection and find my nose :-)
Ken 6/4/04