Category Archives: Spirituality, Poetry, and Passion

DREAMING THE TRIBES OF VIRGINIA

DAWN’S DESCENDING, ENDING INSIGHT AND DARKEST NIGHT ILLUMINATING THE ONCE-SEEN NOW-UNSEEN-HOW? TRIBE SCRIBE SPITS MOON-LIT WORDS AS WHITETAIL HERDS SCATTER ACROSS THIS FIELD OF WHITE … HOOF MARKS TRACING ALIEN FACES REPLACES INDIGENOUS HOMELANDS WHERE PATHS SORROWS TAKE A TURN … Continue reading

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Earth’s Birthing Shelf

Early this morning, long before dawn… As I climbed my mountain of worries, I could hear from atop the Andes The flute of an earlier life speaking to me: No worries; no fears; no strife. And I am standing among … Continue reading

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Deforestation/Rape of the Lands

Deforestation Stephen W Emerick   Deep woods… As the dreaded hood falls, finding Few are left– The smell of death…gas and oil and distress Replacing what little is left. And here, now, As all the forests proceeding– This place becomes … Continue reading

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Song of a Sacred Space – Native American Flute and Poetry Concert

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Tonight I Walked on Water

Tonight I walked on water Following the trail of the sun Tonight I walked on water And the lake and I are one Tonight I took the glimmering path That became the hearth to heart Tonight I lingered long enough … Continue reading

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Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña

                                     Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña By  Stephen W Emerick  Translated by Martha Calderon Lahanas La cordillera central de los Andes del Peru (como toda gran montaña) Me mantiene despierto hasta la luz del amanecer… Por … Continue reading

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Sworn Covenant

The Central Andes with the Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains) Keeps me awake until morning’s light… For what is most sacred and is written in stone, Comes down from the mountain tops… Writing itself on the tablets of our … Continue reading

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A Line of Smoke from The Black Hills

An ignorant white mind… And so it was I thought… The Black Hills ~ Immovable. Unbelievable: An unborn mind Blind. Bison Beast, Black Hills Bounty… Placenta bursting forth from Wind Cave The earth breathes, heaves ~ Birth. Spirit of a … Continue reading

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The Awakened Heart

Cottage in the glen… Sheltered by forest, Heralded by wren. As mind and body, and The heavens and earth… Come together again. First one…then the others… In this sacred hour, Offer their universal power. Joining together as One… Awaiting the … Continue reading

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Eyes of the Forest by Stephen W Emerick

They say the blind are sighted In ways we cannot see Perhaps the eyes of forest Are just the same as these Where vision is held in presence As contours are held by touch Where glen and glade in–gather For … Continue reading

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