Original Poem: Being a Stranger

 

Being a stranger

Starts with body language.

The scowl

Meant to be a smile,

The overreach

Meant to be a helping hand,

The resignation

Meant to be an application.

You are either meant to be

Or not to be

It seems. 

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 The essential world:

Memory reality,

Emotion chronology,

Mind temple,

Spirit God,

Body flame.

Aphorism: Grief

 “It is in our grief

That we are closest to the Gods.”

--Lakota wisdom

Original Poem: Meadow Dream

 Meadow Dream

Where do we end up;

Is there a meadow for us?

Some spiritual sanctuary 

Of aubades and blooming 

Weeds that transcend winter 

With strange flowers

Bright yellow, light blue;

Some hummingbird butterfly haven

Where we begin anew

As crickets strum summer song,

And the birds sing with the joy of dawn;

Free of body hunger and pain, 

We hold each other for the first 

Once again.

(excerpt from "The Death Journal")