The Medicine wheel.

johncoyote

The Medicine wheel

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

"

Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.

"

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel.

(I have been lucky. Many kind Native American took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace.)

At the Mall I went to the so-call Native American store.
A Middle East man tried to sell me a China’s made items.
I touched a Medicine Wheel.

I told the man.
“A proper Medicine Wheel has the power of the four winds.”
I touched a  Dream Catcher.
“A real one would protect your spirit and keep bad dreams away.”

He grins at me.
He didn’t understand a word that I spoke.
He told me.
“Does the same things.”
I leave the store with nothing.

Sitting with my Apache Friend outside the gate of Fort Hood, Texas.
I sat…

View original post 484 more words

Traverse

footprints

Traverse

By Michele Habel-Coffey

Sights set

New surroundings at sunrise

A hiker emerges from a moldy tent

Time to traverse, time for

Trampling the delicate dew drops

And glistening grass

Wet soles

Wet soul

Running like the creek away

And to

A new path is born

And in the footfalls behind

The grass reaches and rises

Standing again

Leaving no trace

Of the wayward man

Caedmon

Caedmon
By Denise Levertov
All others talked as if
talk were a dance.
Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet
would break the gliding ring.
Early I learned to
hunch myself
close by the door:
then when the talk began
I’d wipe my
mouth and wend
unnoticed back to the barn
to be with the warm beasts,
dumb among body sounds
of the simple ones.
I’d see by a twist
of lit rush the motes
of gold moving
from shadow to shadow
slow in the wake
of deep untroubled sighs.
The cows
munched or stirred or were still. I
was at home and lonely,
both in good measure. Until
the sudden angel affrighted me—light effacing
my feeble beam,
a forest of torches, feathers of flame, sparks upflying:
but the cows as before
were calm, and nothing was burning,
             nothing but I, as that hand of fire
touched my lips and scorched my tongue
and pulled my voice
                            into the ring of the dance.