The water, the sky and the earth.. The cancer.
The Water, Sky and the Earth. “Time to heal.” Chapter twelve by Coyote Poetry Sometimes take the want to help another to find peace inside your self. Time to heal.. “The beginning… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth. “Time to heal.” Chapter twelve by Coyote Poetry Sometimes take the want to help another to find peace inside your self. Time to heal.. “The beginning… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth. Red Fox journey. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Native Americans lost their spirit and strong heart. Needed to meditate with the water, sky and earth to find the… Continue reading
The Water, the Sky and the Earth. Chapter nine Coyote dreams A Chapter by Coyote Poetry With the journey into dreams. The real nightmares may appear. The dreamer can see the truth. Some truth… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth Chapter seven A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Nature is a gift we forgot to take care of. Need to be kind to old Earth. The Water, Sky… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth. chapter six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part six of four Native Americans looking for a reason to be alive. The Water, Sky and the Earth … Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth chapter two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part two of my story about four people trying to find their way in a confusing world. Old Earth need some… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth chapter 0ne A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story needing a edit and a ending. The water, Sky and the Earth. The characters. Coyote- A Ojibwa/Mexican wild in… Continue reading
A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall.. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature… Continue reading
The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading
Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) The elder is burning the sage, cleansing the air of separation.He told the people, many races, many hearts and we are becoming one in the hope… Continue reading