The Musician and the Architect

once silenced by a dreamscape
i stand alone on a audible landscape,
the silence in my fading eyes have wept
oh how long have my thoughts slept,
the land is level and fair
through dark fogs of despair,
i tremble with a lofty ear
oh is that you i hear,
once was heard by a distant ear
now kindles with a smile and a tear,
and once again the music is felt,
once again the music is heard with such grand design!

Juniper Dream Tree

I still recall such warm memories
on a summer morning of the inviting sun,
a Juniper tree down in the valley below,
unafraid Mother Earth holds you firm
when the unbearable wind cries with woe,
from your roots to the tip of your branches
you behold the secret of life, creation...

Wrong undone i return home to my sacred tree,
sense outcomes in your shade i lay
rimmed with silver wind enjoying the calm,
lucid, a little bent, but not broken,
a little to the west, a little to the east,

lucid green, you hold a grand design
the elegance of a perfect dream, perfect balance...

My soul remains hidden beneath the Juniper dream tree
my words are tender, but you are fair
you are my Juniper dream tree, you are my muse
and im like the Juniper berries, an undiscovered poet.

The beauty of abstract thought.

"The Chess pieces are the block alphabet which shapes thoughts; and
these thoughts, although making a visual design on the chessboard,
express their beauty abstractly, like a poem"
--Marcel Duchamp

Ranks of Mesas

The act of morning fell so soft upon the scene,
and i tremble, stumble, upon this hill, from a dream,
inspired by the formations afar,
i am thankful and i have traveled far without pause!!

you are the wise, i stand before you a vulnerable man,
so lifeless, almost nothing,i kneel a courageous coward,
 oh without exhaustion, such beauty you posses,
the vast expanse, unmeasurable beauty, the ranks of mesas.
oh all i can do is admire, adore.... i am shy and i applause!!

as the daylight moon shimmers in sunlight,
a gentle breeze trickles the juniper shade,
and i smile as the breeze carries on through the ranks of mesas,
the valleys have stopped, as day awaits the birth of night,
i to shall sit and wait for the evening scene to conspire!!

oh mesas, you  have grown unnoticed,
from the vast radiant rays you have risen,
the western sky drips with a new sunset,
trapped inside your solitude, your formidable prison,
i will not leave, i am ashamed and i applause!!

Walk in beauty

Oh Great Spirit I raise sacred smoke to the four sacred winds and the four corners, so that the blessings can reach my family, my friends, all in every corner of Great Mother Earth while the smoke disperses all over Father Sky and lit by Mother Moon.
Let the smoke pass to each their blessing and do away with all sorrows and unhappiness, fill their homes with love, and the light of your wisdom. If any be sick cure them if sad make them happy if they have needs fulfill them.
O Great Spirit of our Ancestors, I raise sacred smoke to you, to your messengers the four winds, and to Mother Earth who provides for your children. Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, and to be kind to each other so that they may grow with peace in mind. Let us learn to share all the good things that you provide for us on this Earth.

Winter Wind

blow my hair so softly winter wind,
alas! my dear friend "winter cold",
i can feel your touch from the western sky,
that slows the movement of thought and a shivering soul...

you bring stillness,  silence, a chill in the air,
a season of hibernation, laziness,
a season where everything dies a little,
oh a season so bleak and lifeless you wear...

the days are short and fill with such delight,
oh today  i  lack the light of sunlight,
you manage to take away the sun,
that only hangs so thin between night and night...

i will bundle my soul, in the calmness,
in the winter wind of the falling snow,
and i will ascend into the wilderness,
and embrace the beauty you posses!

i have so comely departed the joys of summer,
now i must celebrate the warmth amidst chilly weather!

The Flute

 The Flute

oh so hollow, so empty, with this precisely you lure,
the purified human voice cries an expression of longing,
through the hollow reed your emptiness gives a sound so pure...

oh the spiritual breath flows through the hollow reed,
parallel with the spine the human being is a living flute,
a soft hum, a quiet ringing, a endless bliss of living music is heard...

oh whisper in my ear the soothing tune of a wooden flute,
without conflict, so soft, so gentle,  i embrace your divine sound,
and now throughout the body the sound of the enchanted flute is felt...

the birds will sit in silence at the mouth of the living flute,
and silently the moon will arrive in the reflection of still water,
and the divine sound of love, life, dreams will flow through the hollow reed.