Poetry

February Trails, Lithium Dreams

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February Trails, Lithium Dreams by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

Deep blues, violets, and reds
Fill the morning sky
Rolls of clouds
A corrigated spectrum
Undulating waves
An ocean of prana

The only sounds surrounding me
Are that of my own breath
My heartbeat
And a distant Barred Owl
My brother
Calling out affirmations

The silhouettes of leaf-less trees
Sway gently in the crisp breeze
Silently dancing to orphic music
Celestial songs of ancient civilizations
Their life-cycles witnessed and recorded
In geologic time

The Stone People themselves
Sing with vibrating electrons
Crystal matrixes
Cleavage plains of sacred geometry
The mathematics of creation
The coalescence of cosmic dust

The hot spring waters
Hold the periodic table
A bath in the Hanaq Pacha

This trail is familiar
Walking on karmic traces
A tightrope of infinite possibilities
Out of the Bardo

I no longer know
How this body moves
Sensorial merging
The Oneness of all

A gaseous cloud
Aura of filaments
Extending like dendritic arbors
Into the abyss

Integrated synaptic signals
Pentavalent semiconductors
Converging echoes of lithium dreams

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Feature Pic: A February morning.

Poetry

Of Days and Nights

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Of Days and Nights by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

Of days and nights

And in-betweens

Of far-off lands

Of which we dream

I find my rest and solitude

In grasses with their morning dew

Blue skies filled with billowing clouds

Where mountains dance

And trees sway loud

With mountains tall, and anthills small

But lightning crashes to awake

Our drifting slumbers to our fate

***

In Metta

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Feature Photo: GrandMother Moon sets behind the Hauchuca Mountains, a “Sky Island,” in Southern Arizona. It is one of the magic hours, the “in-betweens,” where veils are thinnest between dimensions, between the Ancestors and ourselves, and between our Spirit and our Mind. Time stops here for the observant. And expands at the rate of the Universe.

Poetry

Prison

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Prison by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

You must remember who you are

Where you come from

And where you’re going

For you like to live in that dreamland

But it is but a dream

As this prison I’m residing in is a dream

A prison that cannot hold me forever . . .

***

In Metta

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Feature Pic: This pic was generated with Microsoft Designer.

Poetry

Here and Now

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Here and Now by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

We speak of the wisdom of age

But forget of the wisdom of youth

Of feeling each breath and each heartbeat

Of forgetting the past and the future

Here and Now

Live Here and Now

***

In Metta

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Feature Image: The Fall of life. A time of reflection (GrandFather Sun upon the water) before our ultimate departure. Yet, one should not dwell on the past or the inevitable future. We’ve usually missed too much in life at this point having been burdened with the machinations of societal existence. Too much programming of fear. Fear that prevents us from actually living. The only time we truly have is the present moment. Make it infinite.

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Health, Legal, Politics, Society, Travel

The US Constitution

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At this point in time, I strongly recommend that everyone get a copy and carry it with you. Also, if you haven’t read it in a while, I suggest you read it.  When I was growing up in Illinois you had to pass a US Constitution test and an Illinois Constitution test to advance from 8th to 9th grade. We actually knew how government was supposed to function, and it doesn’t match the current situation at all.

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Poetry

Dawn (Birth)

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Dawn by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

The crack in time and space

between night and day

darkness and light

death and life

Breathe in . . .

***

In Metta

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Feature Pic: Dawn breaks as I hit the road, heading South out of Idaho to the desert in Utah. Only one other car shares the road. So vacant is this highway that I pull to a full stop to snap the Sunrise over the mountains. As I wind through these mountains the Sun would “rise” six times as it fell behind the mountainous terrain only to summit again and again.

Poetry

Winter Solstice

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Winter Solstice by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

Winter Solstice

Here again

New moon to greet the cyclic change

*

Snowflakes falling

Geometric water

Patterns in ice crystals, repeating

*

We have just met

But have walked together for a millennium

*

Her thoughts are mine

She is my heart

The air I crave to breathe

The light that surrounds us

Illuminating the darkness

The fire between us

*

Our hearts beat wildly

Yet synchronously

The flow of time entwining us

In an infinite embrace . . .

***

In Metta

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Feature Pic: Into the night somewhere in Michigan. The start of a new journey.

Poetry

Seeking But Not Finding

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Seeking But Not Finding by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

I often wonder

What passer-bys are thinking

Do they pause to see the Universe

Or are they holographic reflections

Destined to wear blinders

*

Do they dream of love

Exhibit compassion

Or are they mere energy vampires

Consuming indiscriminately

Praying on the unsuspecting

*

What I feel empathically

Is anger

Is anxiety

Is fear

And detachment

*

A world gone mad

With consumerism

A diet of poison

Breathing in the smog

Building mounds

Landfills of effluvium

To pay homage to

Their Dollar God

*

Will they awaken

To touch the sky

To taste the clouds

To breathe in those loamy scents of Nature

To ground with our Earth Mother

To see the Ancients hovering

In their peripheral Auras

*

Scintillating scotoma

The glimmer of our Spirit Guides

They are always present to help

If we ask

If we choose to see

*

Or will their shallow ego satisfaction

Be subsumed with more hollow grasping

Falling through time and space

Never knowing the joy

Of being

Seeking but not finding

***

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Feature Image: Peering through the fog of existence.

Poetry

Sangre de Cristo

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Sangre de Cristo by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

The Junipers weep

As the Winds

Descend through the Mountains

*

Cloud hoods on the peaks

Deposit fresh snow

The melt-off spawning

Cold, clear streams

Birthing life in this high desert

*

The Pronghorns dance

in the valley below

*

To the South

The Coyotes sing

A successful hunt

Feeds their young

*

Magpies chatter and cackle

While Mule Deer feed

On the Sagebrush and Bitterbrush

*

A Long-eared Owl

Calls out to its mate

With an answer

Their chorus begins

*

The Aspens, Cottonwoods and Willows

All glow golden yellow

Whether day or night

*

The Harvest Moon rises

Encircled by a Rainbow ring

Bringing blessings of prosperity

*

The Fire warms

Hearth and Heart

As the Lodge fills

With Cedar smoke

Prayers and songs

*

Grandfather teaches of

Great Mystery

And provides nourishment

For the Soul

*

Mitakuye Oyasin

***

In Metta

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Feature Pic: Grandmother Moon rises over the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

Poetry

Cool Nights, Days’ End

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Cool Nights, Day’s End by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

As the days grow shorter

And the nights grow colder

The scent of Autumn rises

A trip in time

Taking me back to younger days

*

Where time stretched on forever

Playing in the jungles of weeds

A home once surrounded by nothing

Other than corn fields

*

GrandMother Moon glows blue

In the wildfire smoke

Reminding me of the waters

That once flowed steadily

Below the surface

*

Pure aquifers, they gave birth

To phytoplankton

The givers of oxygen

That satiated the breath of all life

*

But it’s all ablaze now

*

Consumed by the virus

That stares back from the mirror

The legacy of destruction

Is all that will remain

Of humankind’s existence

*

Breathe deep

The scorching plume

Nothing left to quinch

The thirst for connection

*

Stellar winds will scatter

What once thrived in the stars

All that remains reverted to

Carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, silicon and iron

*

Perhaps to coalesce again

Giving form to the amorphous

A manifestation

A singularity

Of infinite mass density

Leaving space and time

Infinitely distorted

By gravitational forces

*

The final state of matter

Passing the event horizon

Falling into a black hole

Day’s end

***

In Metta

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Feature Pic: This pic was generated using Microsoft Designer.

Poetry

Detached

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Detached by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

Ten years have passed

Since the traumas peaked

Loss of home, marriage, career, family members

My Dog

*

And so I retreated

Bandaged the wounds of the Soul

Hid in movement

Thousands of miles

Not staying long in one place

People came and went

But I remained impenetrable

*

Can I let someone in now

Have I been detached too long

Do I remember the songs of love

The long Autumn nights embraced

By the fire within

*

Does this heart still beat

*

Is it possible to rekindle

The flame extinguished

Does anything anchor me

Or am I destined

To remain semi-conscious

Floating in oblivion

***

In Metta

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Feature Pic: A Midwest sunset. What parts of your life, your soul, have sunsetted?

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Poetry

But I Am More Hobbesian

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But I Am More Hobbesian by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

She tells me “things will be alright”

The light workers are rising now

A dramatic shift in consciousness

is upon us

“Believe”

Those awakened are spreading the

Message of love

Of raising vibrational energy

To heal our Mother Earth

And ourselves

“Faith”

To form a society that

Accepts All

Provides for All

Ends the suffering of All

“Hope”

But I am more Hobbesian in that

I see people as being

Self interested

Desiring power over others

And fearing death

Driving them to be locked in

The ‘war of all against all’

Where life is

‘Solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short’

“Trust”

There is no unity

There is no empathy

A slave economy

“Imagine”

Society is not elevated

In any sense

Except

For the poets

The dreamers

The compassionate few

Is that enough?

“Love”

I hope she’s right . . .

***

In Metta

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Feature Pic: Reflections while watching the trees turn. The Autumnal Equinox is upon us.

Poetry

Amara

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Amara by H. Stearley at Earthwalking

She is a gentle Wind

The glistening water in the Sun’s Rays

A soft Embrace

A child’s Laughter

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She moves with Grace

Dancing on Ice

Gliding just above the Surface

Poetry in Motion

Sultry and Devine

*

Alluring

Sapphire-blue Eyes

Iridescent Embers

*

Her Skin

Radiant, Glowing

Lips, Succulent, Luscious

Cheeks, finely Sculpted

*

Her voice, Melodic

Hypnotic

Enchanting

*

Her Heart beats Pure

She smolders with Passion

The burning of a Dream

A Jewel with more facets than a Diamond

There will always be a place in my Heart for You

***

In Metta

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The feature image was generated with Microsoft Designer.