- Eyes of the Forest – Recited by Stephen W Emerick
- Far Off Mountains Recited by Stephen W Emerick
- Lantern of Dawn
- Nature of Spirituality
- Nature of the Poet~Psychologist
- Psychology Practice
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- Stephen W Emerick, Poet~Psychologist, Native American Flute Player
- The Passion of Poetry and Yoga!
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Category Archives: Indigenous
New Publication by my colleague Jim Crotty! The most recent self-publishing project featuring landscape photographs taken from late summer through autumn of 2009, “The Margins of the Day” is a 50-page, 8×10 coffee table-style book that comes in both soft and … Continue reading
Hope A singular flickering light— In the darkness—shining Bright!
All that flows within me Knows the direction of home… Recognizing itself as visitor, Passing ferns, and hollows, and stones. With emerging faith in its currents, Even when winter is bitter; Even when water is ice… Life’s simplicity doth suffice! … Continue reading
The Central Andes with the Peruvian cordillero Like all great mountains Keeps me awake until mornings light For what is most sacred Comes down from the mountain tops And is written on the tablets of our hearts Around the fires … Continue reading
Outside, the fingers of firelight flicker… Casting shadow dancers upon the walls within. And the movement on the walls and in the halls Fill the house and this dark room With the light shimmering. And no place is left untouched … Continue reading
Copper-colored Leafy shawls… Ascending acorn hats. Fresh green Hemlock throws… And breezes in the lap.
Celestial bed Constellations Fiery blaze Passionate gaze Celestial bed Star gazes Trail blazes Moons phase Lovers lay Layer’s of lace Lover’s language Moist eyes trace Celestial bed Closest embrace Mistakes erase Courage face Peel back the moon Sacred taste Human … Continue reading
As I wander here among the sacred land and forest,I wonder If the life I have known will live on when I am no longer here. Will the pine forest still speak in the wind, and will the lakes remain … Continue reading
Swaying corn of harvest’s field Is not impatient with the seed~ Spring fed lakes do not dry up Because shore lines seem to change~ Here is the secret of life For your hurried days of strife~ Come, sway with the corn In autumn’s … Continue reading
I then was Far too long in darkness, Blind with never ending digging– Seeking Water in dark soil, Hope…my ships only rigging. I then saw Digging towards me in earnest faith Through faithlessness unfathomable, And black-capped visions of despair… The … Continue reading