The Myth of warriors Elders, speaking People consumed by there miniature interiors Searching out there individual nature Relative to the television, Vision A witness watches from tree tops collecting Survival of multiple instincts Waking from the actions of remembering Divided by barriers A salmon springs to its empty house Eagle flys to coarse the wind Shaking the branches of autumn Renewal with every turning season Sun shines outwards each day Waking you to fever Prophecies of white Willow wheeps and bends Clouds bury and drip As rain keeps the rivers pushing Never resisting its coarse Like the confines of a souls journey Inner purpose Myth of warriors Awakening to dreams Serving the solitude of the forest Cedar fire burning to hot coals A scent that makes sense Clearning the fear from love Love being the answer to all things. Blessings from Standing deer
