I Fly my Kite
Whistles are melodies flying in the wind, tethered to the heart,
Constantly dynamic depending on conditions both within and without.
The spirit decides to let colors go flapping
While the chain of command is sitting and watching
The relatives of rainbows reunite,
Inspired to cycle up their own emotional mountains.
When the outside gets a chance to play with the inside
We float in the bath of decompressed bliss

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The Essence

Spring turns into fall
-and there are changes
fall does what it does best
-and winter gets a good start
winter dies off by coming alive
-and spring shows that it was always there
time disappears in cycles
change changes itself
yet the essence
permeates the thousand jewels
and beings
become one

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"your mind is the flow of God, your body is the temple of God"
- as it is written by Yogi Tea -

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awakening
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"Grandma said everybody has two minds. One of the minds has to do with the necessaries for body living. You had to use it to figure how to get shelter and eating and such like for the body. She said you had to use it to mate and have young'uns and such. She said we had to have that mind so as we could carry on. But she said we had another mind that had nothing atall to do with such. She said it was the spirit mind. Grandma said if you used the body-living mind to think greedy or mean; if you was always cuttin' at folks with it and figuring how to material profit off'n them...then you would shrink up your spirit mind to a size no bigger'n a hickor'nut. Grandma said that when you body died, the body-living mind died with it, and that's the way you had thought all your life there you was, stuck with a hickor'nut spirit, as the spirit mind was all that lived when everything else died. Then, Grandma said, when you was born back - as you was bound to be - then, there you was, born with a hickor'nut spirit mind that had practical no understanding of anything. Then it might shrink up to the size of a pea and could dissapear, if the body-living mind took over total. In such case, you lost your spirit complete. That's how you become dead people. Grandma said you could easy spot dead people. She said dead people when they looked at a woman saw nothing but dirty; when they looked at other people they saw nothing but bad; when they looked at a tree they saw nothing but lumber and profit; never beauty. Grandma said they was dead people walking around. Grandma said that the spirit mind was like any other muscle. If you used it it got bigger and stronger. She said the only way it could get that way was using it to understand, but you couldn't open the door to it until you quit being greedy and such with your body mind. Then understanding commenced to take up, and the more you tried to understand, the bigger it got. Natural, she said, understanding and love was the same thing; except folks went at it back'ards too many times, trying to pretend they loved things when they didn't understand them. Which can't be done. I see right out that I was going to commence trying to understand practical everybody, for I sure didn't want to come up with a hickor'nut spirit. Grandma said your spirit mind could get so big and powerful that you would eventually know all about your past body lives and would get to where you could come out with no body death atall."
The Education of Little Tree by Forrest Carter

expressed against a wall
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This type of day, how beautiful she shines
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Standing Tall
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I can feel the way...we all can. It is running through us, our very veins, the connections between spirit and man. We all have it, we are all it, and there is no separating - no duality - no nothing because it is everything. This very thought doesn't exist, to speak of it - "it" is not it. It is simply a matter of being, a feeling coursing through life - mine and yours and all. my matter is energy, my mind is not matter, all is vibrations of the Way - dense or free. creations - thoughts - manifestiations -
why is this spirit experiencing humanity - so limited, but only to relize itself.

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Landmark
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What ARt?
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as it twas
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just here
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Layers
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"Don't feel sad, Little Tree. It is The Way. Tal-con caught the slow and so the slow will raise no children who are also slow. Tal-con lives by The Way. He helps the quail." Grandpa dug a sweet root from the ground whith his knife and peeled it so that it dripped with its juicy winter cache of life. He cut it in half and handed me the heavy end. "It is The Way," he said softly. "take only what ye need. When ye take the deer, do not take the best. Take the smaller and the slower and then the deer will grow stronger and always give you meat. Pa-koh, the Panther, knows and so must ye." And he laughted, "only Ti-bi, the bee, stores more than he can use...and so he is robbed by the bear, and the 'coon...and the Cherokee. It is so with people who store and fat themselves with more than their share. They will have it taken from them. And there will be wars over it... and they will say a flag stands for their right to do this...and men will die because of the words and the flag...but they will not change the rules of The Way."
-The Education of Little Tree by Forrest Carter-

A Reason for the Season
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Moving on uP
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Moving day....Eli?
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What is the Reason?

The earth gives up her children
To feed our burden
The leaves fall for a reason
She’s falling, but when do we rest
Life goes on with the clamor of being
Forgiveness for the pavement that nature calls treason
The leaves fall for a reason
When the human dream turns to human drama
The wind sweeps and the trees collect karma
The pigeons gather to watch Shakespeare in action
The Way is a living lesson in every season
The leaves fall for a reason
Children play infatuated with our mother
As they grow they forget about sister and brother
TV replaces the weather and grass turns to plastic
Our living womb has been renovated into another statistic
Where is the world we learned to dance on
The leaves fall for a reason