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
Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… 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 Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally. … 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
A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems. A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my… 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- first four chapters. (40 more to go.) The Island- Part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A dream turned story. The Island I am sitting alone near Lake Huron in… Continue reading