Most of the animals are gone,
fled back into the brush thick forest
under the green cloth of nature’s cloak,
out of sight to those who want to be
the only actors on the stage.
We forget the power creatures provide,
neglect to honor the wild face
of the ancient gods alive within their form.
Let my fur grow thick and lengthen
to swim the frigid waters of discontent,
claws sharpened on the round stone of obstacles
to pierce the hide of friend and foe.
Let me look across the ebbing tide
and see beneath the flood,
my eyes closed in darkness,
curling tail and whiskers sensing
the hidden paths that take me home.
Thank you, Don. This poem calls for daily visits for a period of time…
Simply exquisite. Wow.
Ho! Very powerful and from a deep place within US!
As I prepare to go to Pine Ridge, this reminds me of all I have to be Grateful for throughout my life, Don. My teachers, especially around the lodge… And you, my friend.
You speak with a sharp shamanic tongue, Old Friend…
an ancient language shared, but for so many of our kind,
too long ago forgotten.
Your sacred work to coax the few
that still have ears to hear
before paradise is truly lost.
It is a lonely road, but still we try…
Wow!
Thank you Don…I know those places you speak of and the feelings they invoke. Blessings, gratitude and love brother!
Powerful message
exquisitely voiced!
The shamanic voice, unapologetic and poignantly calling.
The voice of nature speaks through your words and they evoke deep remembrance and gratitude. Thank you.
Beautiful…..Powerful…..Deeply Resonating. Thank you…..
I have such deep thanks for my animal friends….my cat, for example. He teaches me acceptance and patience all the time! Great poem……