poetry

excerpt from river run

cutting through the mists

and wisps of dandelion hearts

you say you know the river’s voice

and you heal others parts

by taking apart your own ego and your self...

but do you know the natural rhyme,

the irreversible rhythm,

of the river’s flow of time?

the drummer’s dance of pain?

the magic of the mantras?

but, what about their silence?

the stillness of their sustained

movements through your heart and mind?

it’s here you’ll find

the ancestors speak your name

they whisper medicine,

stories of where they came

down the river’s run...

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