Seeing

Walking through the woods on an autumn day
vines and weeds covering the old dead wood
crackling underfoot. 
The mud of the earth sticks to my sandals and toes still warm from summer.
What am I looking for? 
Signs of life or of death buried here.
Signs of something more than ordinary.
A lee where dragons lay perhaps
A cache of fairies burning firefly oil to light the evenings fading light
A secret door to another realm hiding amongst the shadows
Even a lonely single flower blooming through the old debris
Shadow to light twinkling glitter of promises
You are here
I feel you near
Angel of sanity keeping me safe from harm
folding me in your angel wings
I close my eyes and see
all the spirits mingling near.
walking in this autumn woods
in the light and the dark of shadows
I open my eyes and see you my friend,
seeking the same as I
believing in Miracles that lay at our feet.
Walking through these quiet woods
full of ghosts whispering our names.
We see

Morning meditation

  Quietly the insects flew from flower to flower, birds just minding their nests in silence, snakes resting in the grass on the wet earth. Even the rooster did not wake me today. I stood.  Squinting me eyes in the morning sun I noticed the absence of noise.  The air was even silent today,  I inhaled the damp dew suspended in the air.  Prayerful pose I said my greetings to the universe in a whisper.  Blowing out as a kiss to the south I say "I Love you my brothers, what can I do for you today"?  And to the west I breath in the arid air, the hot air, the breath of Coyote howling her firery intents.  I raise my arms to the north to see vulture high above riding the thermals, staying aloft in the heavens. While east,  my ancestors smile and join in as I light the sage,  the smoke of purity.   Father sky sends down the power as I stand upon the dirt of life.  Root myself to the center of time and place,  the here and now.   I light up my soul and begin again.