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Jan. 21st, 2006
another poem
Jan. 21st, 2006 08:45 pmEars flicking as she heard Great Spirit's voice,
on spindly legs she gathered up her frame
and ambled down the trail, each step the same
unsteady lurch combined with conscious choice.
Her tiny tongue reached out to lick her face;
white spots on brown protected her from harm.
She progressed slowly, feeling no alarm,
and even though the trail was long, no haste.
She did not know a demon lay in wait
desiring to turn back any who sought
Great Spirit's mountain--this demon was not
as some thought, merely one driven by hate.
He lusted after power: keeping out
the masses was his only way to feel
a treasured part of Spirit. Thus, his zeal
combined with greed incited him to shout
and stamp his hooves, and breathe infernal fire
when once he saw the fawn upon the path.
"Who are you that you dare to brave my wrath
with an audacity to travel higher?
I rule this mountain; spirit's chosen me
to guard it from the sullied likes of you.
Begone, or I can surely promise to
break all your bones and throw you into sea."
She shivered lightly when she heard this speech,
and eyed carbuncled skin, deep crimson eyes,
dark razored teeth, long claws to catch his prize
which she could see quite clearly as he reached
to catch her, yet she did not run;
her wide-eyed glance surprised then turning kind.
"Deer friend, I left the forest path behind
and traveled far to seek the holy one.
And I see Spirit in your eyes that flash
and in your love assiduously keeping
all others from the tenderness that's seeping
from air and tree and sky: still, making ash
with singing flame of all who travel here
will not bring you the solace you are wanting.
And I am sorry; though I find you daunting,
I must heed spirit's murmurs in my ear.
Please let me pass," said she, in dulcet tone.
The demon was surprised by these calm words.
So much so, he transformed into a bird
and flapping, bore her to Great Spirit's home.
So was a demon once vanquished by caring
and now all seekers find the pathway clear
because the fawn found nothing great to fear
in one who simply lacked the joy of sharing.
(story adapted from one found in the book Medicine Cards by Jamie Sams and David Carson)
on spindly legs she gathered up her frame
and ambled down the trail, each step the same
unsteady lurch combined with conscious choice.
Her tiny tongue reached out to lick her face;
white spots on brown protected her from harm.
She progressed slowly, feeling no alarm,
and even though the trail was long, no haste.
She did not know a demon lay in wait
desiring to turn back any who sought
Great Spirit's mountain--this demon was not
as some thought, merely one driven by hate.
He lusted after power: keeping out
the masses was his only way to feel
a treasured part of Spirit. Thus, his zeal
combined with greed incited him to shout
and stamp his hooves, and breathe infernal fire
when once he saw the fawn upon the path.
"Who are you that you dare to brave my wrath
with an audacity to travel higher?
I rule this mountain; spirit's chosen me
to guard it from the sullied likes of you.
Begone, or I can surely promise to
break all your bones and throw you into sea."
She shivered lightly when she heard this speech,
and eyed carbuncled skin, deep crimson eyes,
dark razored teeth, long claws to catch his prize
which she could see quite clearly as he reached
to catch her, yet she did not run;
her wide-eyed glance surprised then turning kind.
"Deer friend, I left the forest path behind
and traveled far to seek the holy one.
And I see Spirit in your eyes that flash
and in your love assiduously keeping
all others from the tenderness that's seeping
from air and tree and sky: still, making ash
with singing flame of all who travel here
will not bring you the solace you are wanting.
And I am sorry; though I find you daunting,
I must heed spirit's murmurs in my ear.
Please let me pass," said she, in dulcet tone.
The demon was surprised by these calm words.
So much so, he transformed into a bird
and flapping, bore her to Great Spirit's home.
So was a demon once vanquished by caring
and now all seekers find the pathway clear
because the fawn found nothing great to fear
in one who simply lacked the joy of sharing.
(story adapted from one found in the book Medicine Cards by Jamie Sams and David Carson)