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One Peace of time.

Started by ERIC SHARP. Last reply by Michael Johnson Aug 25, 2015. 1 Reply

About the time that Daddy left to fight the big warI saw my first pistol in the general storeIn the general store, when I was thirteenThought it was the finest thing I ever had seenSo l asked if I…Continue

Enjoy this one peace to you

Started by ERIC SHARP Oct 2, 2011. 0 Replies

Lest by diminished vitality and abatedvigilance, I become food for crocodiles--for that…Continue

Day is a type when visible objects change

Started by ERIC SHARP May 3, 2011. 0 Replies

Day is a type when visibleobjects change then puton form but the anti-typeThat thing not shadowedThe way music is formed ofcloud and fire once actuallyconcrete now accidental ashalf truth or as whole…Continue

A nice Poem: from People Close To You

Started by ERIC SHARP Nov 2, 2010. 0 Replies

She asks if she can sit on the bench & it is that kind of day in Santa Monica, slow & gentle so that when she sits, properly, like a teacher or the pudgy mother of a girl named Marilyn, in…Continue

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Comment by Tsoi Tawodi on April 2, 2015 at 4:32pm


I awoke this morning
No birds were singing
There were no birds at all

I looked out the window
The trees were all gone
Only houses covered the land
No birds

Looking upward
No sky to be seen
Only haze
Brown and thick

My young daughter came running,
Daddy, daddy....we have to go to the zoo!
Because they have the last living bear!

My stomach churned
I felt sick
What have we done?
Is this really happening?

Why is there only one bear left?
What did you do with them?

Tears welled into my eyes
Can you tell me what a bird was?

Is it true that there used to be wolves?
Where did they go?

Tell me of the old days...
When there used to be animals and we weren’t sick all the time

And tears of guilt ran as a river

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Comment by Tsoi Tawodi on February 9, 2014 at 8:41pm

Earth Lessons

Walk in mountain forests
Where your false pride has no value

Listen well to all your Earth Teachers
For they care not about your ego

Dare to touch Earth Mother with your heart
That you might hear echoes of ancient wisdom

Allow Wind Spirits to caress your face
And sense freedom not born of material possessions

Drink purity from water veins of our Earth Mother
To drown the arrogance creating your thirst for power

Make time to observe the ant
For she will instruct you in the ways of true humility

Search out the glistening grain of sand
If you wish to see natural beauty

Contemplate the forming of rounded river stones
That you might conquer change

Observe the deer among dewy grasses
And they will teach you the giveaway

Focus on the mighty bear
Should you dare to look within yourself

Listen to the Stellers Jay
For her squawking may be your echo

Look beyond the end of your nose
And see a world that can live without you

Watch the snake as he sheds his skin
That you can learn to let go of hurtful things

Study the ways of wolf
Where family value exceeds the self

Observe the spider carefully
What you do to the web of life, you do to yourself

View stars on a moonless night
To know there is light in the darkest of times

Pursue an eye for an eye
And you may be blinded first

Watch the butterfly as she dances in flight
That your own actions may be as beautiful

Open your ears that you might hear beyond yourself
Or has your own voice made you deaf?

Now, gaze into still waters
And observe what you really reflect

Sidanelai (we are family)

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Comment by Wildthing ~ Mike on May 26, 2012 at 12:31pm

Sleeping; unmindful of the passing storm.
Dreaming; of sunny days, and running through fields of barley and corn.
Waking; to a blessed brand new summer’s morn.
Working; out in the fields from dusk till dawn.
Evening; a time to be thankful, however tired and worn.


Comment by Tsoi Tawodi on September 21, 2011 at 6:11am
(morning in the mountains)

Eduda … Grandfather
The greatest of artists You are
Beauty is Yours to create
Power resonates in Your works

With a single brush stroke,
Sky fills with ominous wonder
Clouds build and darken
Inspired by Your medicine

Wind Spirits dance with Trees
Voices echoing Your strength
And they sing to all that is
Of harmony and balance

Joy You bring to this day
Touching all wishing to be touched
Kissing life with a great mystery
Humbling those who truly see

Today, I am grateful,
For tasting this moment in time
I am surrounded with Your gifts
And I simply get to be

Wado Eduda
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