johncoyote

Gypsy soul..

February 15, 2025 12:24 pm

Gypsy soul…

Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man.

Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are the sea.

Once I was alone. Love blessed me and now I have grandchildren to dance with till my ending.

Once I needed nothing, my Gypsy heart needed the long day, friendship near and abundance of laughter near.

I was born free of rules, borders and not bounded by the need to own everything.

I fell into the chaos of life, into the foolishness of war and I listen to the naysayers.

Today my old eyes, my old body know,

I am not done, we must seek the sweetest honey, places where love can grow.

Teach the children the song of the sea, listen to the wind.

To walk into a cloud and be blessed by the sun.

I feel my Gypsy soul and I know,

we are what we leave behind.

I pray my grandchildren remember, their grandfather danced with the sea and he loved them the most.

Dancing Coyote

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Categories: poetry

Beautiful. Have me feeling like I was right there with you

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By abichica on February 15, 2025 at 5:28 pm
“Teach the children the song of the sea, listen to the wind.
To walk into a cloud and be blessed by the sun.”

Reminds me of part of the Irish prayer:
“May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.”

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By Melissa Lemay on February 15, 2025 at 4:14 pm
Beautiful

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By Shreya Sharma on February 15, 2025 at 12:39 pm

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