- 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
- Shawna Emerick: Yoga and Poetry
- Stephen W Emerick, Poet~Psychologist, Native American Flute Player
- The Passion of Poetry and Yoga!
- Wonders of Nature: Video and Poetry Panorama!
Category Archives: Spirituality, Poetry, and Passion
Some called savages Stephen W Emerick Some called savages Were said to be the God-less But standing here today we know They worshiped in Cathedrals of wonder Long before we arrived with fancy hand-carved Alters of supplication and marbled seats … Continue reading
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.
Secluded in an old forgotten church yard– Behind tarnished and peeling paint, A gathering of voices from days now gone… Proceeding from woodsmen, farmers—saints! Words of time–their hallowed meaning— (None reluctant, timid or shy) On the lips of this deceased … Continue reading
I know not how the dream received its’ cue– (Or whether the sky was black or blue) Nor, too, do I know when (Either by muses’ pencil or pen) I tumbled into the blinding white– Seeking quickly to make … Continue reading