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Shadows of the Moon

~ Carol Dixon

The silence of the darkness
Offers a velvet background
To the lunar illumination of the land.

The carpet of untouched snow glimmers
As it enjoys the touch of moonbeams,
Forming a twinkling canvas upon which the goddess paints.

She winks and transforms tall trees into twins,
Joined at the feet, one tall and straight,
The other bending with the waves in the snowy sea of white.

Watching the painting unfold,
He feels the branches of the trees
As he stretches his arms
And lets his fingers bathe in the softness of the night.
As he glances down to his shadowy reflection
He sees it as his own while absorbing the significance
Of the differences.

Will power surges through his strong, purposed body,
The missing piece in the translucent charcoal proxy
Nestled on the snowy blanket below,
Flowing with every wrinkle to change form,
Yet, somehow still unmistakably his own.

The shadowy fingers sign to him,
Whispering doubts, regrets, insecurities...
Telling him secrets that he had tried to leave behind.
No malice is felt, only the honesty one finds
When looking deeply into a mirror without fear.

The queen of the skies
Begins pulling her black veil
Over her iridescent face
As she settles for her day's rest
Behind the body of her mother.
His tall straight body seems to sigh,
As he smiles and absorbs his reflection,
Knowing it only demands audience
In the shadows of the moon.





Blanket
~ Carol Dixon


Translucent indigo satin
Flowing in misty waves,
Bejeweled with uncountable lights,
Tendrils extending
Into the unseen, unknown,
Past kaleidoscopes
Of rainbow colors
In cosmic shapes.

The night sky brings oneness,
Brings unity to consciousness,
Soothing to a disconnected soul,
Coherence in the boiling chaos
Of change,
Healing stress fractures
Of the heart
With its offer of renewed perspective,
Like a universal sigh
As I breathe the crisp air
And listen to the unheard melodies
Of the eternal Watchers.


Buffalo Drum 
~ Orannhawk 

sinking  
my fingers 
into the  
soil 
the soul 
the heartbeat 

releasing  
the  
shadows 
the tears 
the 
emptiness 

the heartbeat 
surges 
the  
drumming 
fills my heart 

recharging 
the soul 
through 
the soil 

my hands 
rest on the 
drum 

remembering 
the  
stretch and pull 
forming 
you 

the blood 
to join 
buffalo skin 
to mine 

your song 
soothes 
replenishes 
soul to soul 
song 
to  
song











I Love This Day

~ Cloud Dancer


I love this day

the constant rain

drop drop drop


The street flooding

overcast & gray

Let this last all day


Its what we need

the desert needs the water

the skies need to rain

endless tears from fallen clouds 

crying


saying what my heart won't allow

to be visible

the pain


A winter's day

endless rain


And secret pain





Pumpkin Flowers
~ Dawn Karima
(for our son and other babies who wear the ancestors' names)

Bloodline Names
Make
The taste
Of syllables 
Lay 
On your tongue
Stay
In the air
Long enough to 
Wind
And bind
Vowels
To the memory of gerunds.
No shame
In a name
That summons the saints,
Asks for the ancestors,
Calls God by Name.

Savor the power of your name,
While your mouth waters,
the seeds of sound flames
Root deep in your soul and stay.