Big Sur meditation
Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading
Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading
The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind on a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid. The water… Continue reading
The circle dance I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. “The leader called to the people, the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out. The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading
The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall… Continue reading
The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally. … Continue reading
Nature Poetry The mountain range, standing strong and beautiful. Art for the people who love the open and free spaces. The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings. Finding secret and… Continue reading
Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading
Lake Gichigana Once free land held a great nation, the first people lived in peace with the forest, the rivers and the big lake. Lake Gichigana was kind to the original people.… Continue reading
(The Island- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter) The Island- part four I liked the Captain face. He had a ancient and kind face. He took my hands… Continue reading