The Island- Chapter eight and nine.


The Island- part 8

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

                           The Island- chapter eight
The two woman came to me and they embraced me and Lana told me. While we are gone, the Island wine maker shall keep you company. At the door, a man in his late fifties with dancing eyes stood smiling with a bottle of wine. Lana introduced Jerzy to me. She whispered, the best story teller on the Island. He will love him. I stood-up and he came to me, took my hand and he told me. The ladies need many hours to perfection their perfect beauty. A wise man, never complained. He just wait. I have some Ambrosia wine. We will drink the wine of the Gods and we can talk near Lake Superior. I love the Big Water. I lived in dusty cities and places in Europe. Lake Gichigami, a blessing to this old man. I follow him to some benches near Lake Superior. She was dancing boldly this day, the waves rolling deep into the sand of the small beach. I brought the wine glasses and the wine opener with me.
He smiled and he told me. A wise man, always prepared. We can’t drink wine, unless we open the bottle. I watched his eyes, his eyes were ancient and I saw the hidden sadness in them. He asked me. Are you enjoying Idyllic? Morningstar told me, a special person had arrived. I told him. This land blessed by the Ojibwa and the lakes, a God miracle made.  I am enjoying my time in Idyllic. He smiled and he stood-up. He pointed to where Lake Huron and lake Superior meet. He told me. The land of the lakes, the Ojibwa believe the lake is one. Connecting source of water create a safe haven for the ancient people. I believe, where lake Huron and lake Superior meet. The place is a blessed place. If you listen. You can hear the song of the old ones. The song is wonderful and forever. He opened the wine and he poured the wine into the wine glasses. We touched glasses and he told the sky, thank you for the beautiful day, the warm sun and good company.
We sat down and he touched my face. He told me. You have a old face and you believe, you have seen terrible things. Us, who are living in Idyllic. All of us had lost everything and more. You have begin your journey and you will lose more. You will learn the Hemingway curse and the Salinger quiet. I was found by Luna. I was alone with a plastic bag on my head, praying for death and she took off the bag. She kissed me a thousand times and she wouldn’t allow me to die. She embraced me into the midnight hours on the floor of my room. I told her that day. I was so tire, so damn tire. My dreams are nightmares and I am seeking quiet death. She told me, dear epic writer, blessed man, we need you alive. You saw the worst in men and we need you to teach us. We can be kind, we can be brave and we can be saved. I followed her and she took me to the Island. I have been here almost fifty years. I write still and I became Salinger. My new writing, hidden away to be never read.
I asked him. Why do we hide our words? Are we destine to welcome death? He smiled and he whispered. I don’t welcome death no more. My life was difficult and I learn. I wasn’t alone. Lily lost her daughters to Rome, her people to war and she had saved thousands Ojibwa people and the wanderers, like you. I know she carried her sadness deep in her heart. I heard her cry to the full Spring moon. I go to her and we cry together. Once I had a large family, in World War two. They hid their Jewish son in Poland and I never saw anyone from my family again. Killed by hate. I roamed Europe as a child and I became a ghost. I wasn’t ever right, how could I be? I loved the USA. I fell into her arms and my words saved me for many years. The Jewish boy found reason and purpose, but he could not forget the dead. Here at Idyllic, I found like-people who swam in death and we became healers. I believe Johnnie, healing is the way the heart-broken people can heal.
I had great respect for this man. I told him. I read the books of Jerzy Kosinski, every book he written. He was a genius, he learned English in eight months, he went to the best University and his books. An American legend. Jerzy tapped my back and he laughed. He told me. Best honor for a writer, to be read, to be remembered. Today I will answer two questions for you. Only two. I do my best to forget the past. Nicole tells me daily, life is today, tomorrow. The past, just education to make us appreciate the good days.
I looked at his face. A face of a man who lived a thousand lives. I asked him. Are men destine to kill everything that is good? Is war, the balance of men? He looked at Lake Superior and he told me. I believe men hearts, are never content. Always wanting more and more. Men run the world. All through time, we allowed greedy men to run our world. The men who love pride, envy, anger, sloth,greed, gluttony, and lust.  Look at the history of men. the good men are murdered, Jesus, Martin Luther King Jr. and Gandhi.
I asked him. Is men soul, so black. He will not be content till everything beautiful is gone? He told me. When I was young. So many people tried to save me. A Polish family shaved my heard daily to hide my black hair. They hid me and they fed me. I worked their farm and one evening. I watched them murdered for helping the Jews. I tried to return their kindness, by being a good man. You have demons and I have demons. I believe we can’t change our world, the Devils are controlling the world. All we can do, is be kind, save who we can and if we are lucky. Found a place to rest and know peace. I was lucky dear Luna saved me. I pray to the moon daily. Please dear moon, make the leaders learn. Every life had value, war is not the road to peace and the children. They are the future. We must teach them well. I embraced him and I thanked him for the words. I asked him. I bury two brothers, one year apart. My heart became dead. The kindness of Nicole, Lana and Luna showed me. There is more than me. Jerzy, can we forget the sadness or do we learn to live with?
He whispered. I told you two question but I will answer this one. Nicole is correct. Love is a blessing, love make our heart grow and when the heart is alive. The possibility of heartache is near. We are taught by our parent, our grandparent and our mentors. To do the right things. We love them and one day. Death will take them from us.  Break our hearts. I lost everything before my tenth birthday, took a thousand days of healing for me to know. I had to find new country, new family and I held the misery of war. Death isn’t the answer my new friend.  Morningstar whispered to me. A up and coming poet need the great wisdom of the wine maker. I told him, thank you Jerzy and we heard the voices of the three women. Lana, Nicole and Isabella were walking toward us. They wore the Summer dresses and they were blessings for our eyes to see. Jerzy looked at me and he whispered. I told you there are miracles. You are I are seeing a miracle my friend.

The Island- chapter nine

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

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A new chapter.

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                             The Island- Chapter nine
I looked at Jerzy as I watched the three women walked toward us.  I told him. You are right Jerzy, there are miracles left, if we open our eyes to see. Lana, Nicole and Isabella laughed at us. Lana told us as she embraced me and she asked. Were you falling in love, Johnnie? I told them, more than love. They wore their Summer knee-high dresses and allowed me to see their bare shoulders. I begin to believe this to be a sweet dream or heaven.  Isabella whispered in my ear. Sometimes dreams are real life, places where we gather our strength and find people to save us, maybe we can save someone in hopeful dreams. We shared embrace and Nicole whispered into Jerzy’s ear. I love you my dearest friend. We walked toward the center of the park. We heard voices and I saw three women and one man. The man was yelling, please wait for us.
After many words and hugs Lana introduced me to Delia, Celeste and Magdalena. The young man with wild hair, big smile took my right hand and he told me. I am Nick, the Island song writer, lousy poet and leftover singer. I am glad to finally meet you.  Delia told me. A poet  had arrived. He will be the Island poet one day. Delia took my hands and she in the front of me. I loved her black dress, strong body, her flowing long black hair and the darkness in her eyes. She told me. Nick talk a lot and sometimes, too much knowledge can be dangerous. Nick is wonderful and rarely liked the strangers. If you can. Maybe we can talk after the concert? Me and my two sisters Delia and Magdalena had requested the company of Jerzy, Lana, Nicole and Isabella near the open beach.  We will have a small fire and we will watch the moon fall into the west. Jerzy will bring the Spring wine and Captain Jack homemade gin will keep us warm. Lana kissed Delia lips and she looked at me. Be careful, Delia was a Druid priest once. Delia and her sisters. Rumor has it. They begin life, spin the thread of life and can end life. I fell in love with Celeste and Magdalena. Both were beauties for the ages. They wore colorful Summer dresses and their smile made you smile. Delia eyes watched my eyes and she told me. Later, we can talk and now we must hurry. The music will begin very soon and we don’t want to miss Ayla opening. Her voice make the angels, the gods and the demons know peace.
I took large bag from Jerzy.  He smiled and he told me. Thank you Johnnie, we need many bottles of ambrosia for us to enjoy. Need good wine when the moon is rising and the music is sweet. We arrived and Ayla Nereo was almost done setting-up the stage. Lana told me. Only Ayla is allowed at the Island who have free-will. She was a student of Delia. I was told. She taught her to shape-shift. Ayla is a blessing and she gathered the strength of the ancient gods. We do love her. Ayal looked-up and she told Nick Drake, you know my payment. I want my songs. My favorite song  “Cello and Pink moon.”
Nick went to the stage and the Captain arrived. He gave me a bottle and he told me. Some rosemary tea to keep your mind working. I don’t drink the bad spirit, I do make the bathtub gin for my kindred friends. Nick begin to sing his songs. His voice soft, wonderful and the words, so good. Nicole held my hand, interlacing her fingers with my hand, ensuring I knew, I wasn’t alone.He sang the two songs and Ayla hugged him and she whispered in his ear. I love you Nick and thank you my dearest friend. Nick rejoined us and I told him. You are amazing. He smiled and he told me. Maybe tomorrow we can gather at the rocks. I will tell you a story of how the song can break your heart and to know. Life is more than us. We need friends, we need companions, so we will know. We are not alone. We drank the wine and sat in silence as Ayla sang her beautiful song. I fell in love with Ayla, she was barefoot and she danced for the raising moon and her positive energy overtook us. After her last song, she greeted the many people and she came to us. She hugged and kissed everyone. She came to me and she kissed my neck, my face and my lips. She was so beautiful and I felt her heartbeat when she embraced me. She whispered in my ear. Live, learn, live some more and go forward. No easy life dear poet. You must save yourself and you can save someone else. I watched her walk away and I told Lana. Thank you for this day.
Isabella told us. The moon is rising and we must be near Lake Gichigami before nine. The group walked slowly to the lake. I notice Delia wasn’t with us. I liked her. She was shoe less, a beautiful mystery and I saw the madness in your eyes. Nicole reached over and she kissed my neck and she whispered. Maybe if the clouds will stay away, so the goddesses of the Island can dance. The big lake can be temperamental and remember. the dance of light can be enjoyed by all. We arrived and I saw Delia near a large fire with many chairs on the side of the falling sun. She came to me and she told me. The chairs are in the west so we can see the moon raise from the east. She whispered in my ear. Tonight is the liar’s moon. The half-moon allowed us to use trickery and magic with due payment. I asked her, how did you arrive so quickly. She smiled and she told me. The raven never tell her secrets. She left me and she greeted the nine people. Nicole was to my right and Lana to my left. Nick had Magdalena to his right and Celeste to his left. Jerzy had Luna to his right and Delia to his right. Captain Jack was at the lake Superior burning his sage and praying to the stars. Jerzy smiled and he told us. No wine glasses, like the Gypsies of the old, one bottle of ambrosia each. We will drink and talk till we cannot. We opened the wine, everyone except the Captain. He had his bottle of rosemary tea. Luna stood-up and she toasted the moon, the stars and the opportunity to know a new friend. We tapped the bottles and we talks as the moon rose above us. It was a good night. Talk of the lake, Lana’s paintings and the new days to come.
I felt a soft hand on my right shoulder and I turned and Delia was looking at my face. I look away and then I looked at her pretty feet. She smiled and she asked. You like my legs and feet? I told her, prettiest days is a barefoot lady, the lake near and the blessing of kind eyes of a lovely woman. She laughed at my words. Morningstar was right, you are a master of words. You could make the unbeliever believe everything. The poets are dangerous. They will steal your heart and leave you with wishes and heartbreak. Nicole whispered to me. Johnnie, go with Delia. This is your last change to speak with her. She is the watcher, the raven the coyote and sometimes the needed stranger. Tomorrow Celeste and Magdalena had invited us for a early brunch. Delia love the night. Delia took my hand and we went to the meditating rocks. She sat close to me, the Lake Gichigami was sending a soft cold breeze. I wrapped my arms around her. She told me thank you my new friend. I am glad we have time to talk. My name is now Delia and I had many names. I was Delos once, I was Artemis. Been accused of being Lachesis. I was a Druid once and Rome tried to kill off the old religion and my people. The Druids are still abound in the world and I do support them if I can. I was a Gypsy story teller and I told the future for coin for a hundred year. Many years ago, I found western America. I found a Nagual who accepted my sleeping heart. He taught me the peyote magic. Morningstar found me in the mouth of the Mexican mountain desert. My friend, my teacher left my world. The nagual  Cuauhtemoc taught me the herbal cure, to expand my spirit and to learn. Our body, just something, we use for a time. Morningstar found me crying and she brought Luna to me. Luna brought me here. I do leave the island to do what I must do. I asked her. Why are you being kind to me dear Delia? She took my hands and she kissed them. She told me, Johnnie, you have much to do. Each of us are here to accomplish something. You will change names, your face and your location often. I cannot tell you your journey. I see you are surrounded by love and you will learn the taste of blood, the taste of love and the taste of sadness. We decide our life, we decide our destination. Don’t worry dear Johnnie. I will save you if you fall. All of us must be saved and a blessed life. We can save many. We sat in silence as the moon rose above us. She turned to me, kissed my neck, my face cheeks and my lips. Her dark eyes told me. She was right.
                             Dancing Coyote