dance

[cacian]

a dance to a movement
is a tournesol in improvement
it revolves
to evolve
and
light
becomes
height

above
comes down
to about an
amount
and it becomes
sound in
a bounce
geography is round

[NikolaiI]

Ah, so beautiful, cacian!

The flow and the imagery speak volumes. . the last line reminds me of a First People's quote about circles. .

'Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the power of the world always works in circles, and everything tries to be round. In the old days when we were a strong and happy people, all our power came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation, and so long as the hoop was unbroken the people flourished.' (Black Elk)

I wrote one today and I looked for a good place to post it. . this would seem like a reasonable place. :)

How can I express to another
My experience of divine consciousness?
You tell me, you are doing fine,
And I feel completely the highest bliss.

[cacian]

Ah, so beautiful, cacian!
Nikolail thank you
you are beautiful for readign my poetry :)


The flow and the imagery speak volumes. . the last line reminds me of a First People's quote about circles. .

'Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the power of the world always works in circles, and everything tries to be round. In the old days when we were a strong and happy people, all our power came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation, and so long as the hoop was unbroken the people flourished.' (Black Elk)

how intersting and thank you for quoting this i read it all with great interest.
First People i have never heard
i am assuming it is a book about natives Indians??


I wrote one today and I looked for a good place to post it. . this would seem like a reasonable place. :)

How can I express to another
My experience of divine consciousness?
You tell me, you are doing fine,
And I feel completely the highest bliss.

this is a lovely piece
the last line is divine!! :)

[NikolaiI]

Hi Cacian, that is so kind, both of the things you said; thank you very much. Yes, he is of the Oglala Sioux, a medicine man and holy man of their tribe.

You reminded me of a lovely chant of beauty, I searched and found it online, with the link below.

Beauty before me, With it I wander.
Beauty behind me, With it I wander.
Beauty below me With it I wander.
Beauty above me, With it I wander.
Beauty all around me, With it I wander.
In old age traveling, With it I wander.
On the beautiful trail I am, With it I wander


http://redhawk_woman.tripod.com/navajo_chants.htm

http://www.firstpeople.us/articles/Black-Elk-Speaks/Black-Elk-Speaks-Index.html


"With visible breath I am walking,
A voice I am sending as I walk.
In a sacred manner I am walking.
With visible tracks I am walking.
In a sacred manner I walk."
-Song of the White Bison Woman who brought the sacred pipe to men


Thank you again for your kindness and light, and beautiful poetry.

I feel that life should be a joyful celebration, every day.

If one day is a holy day, then all days are holy,
and if one being is holy, then all beings are holy,
if one land is pure, then all are. . . etc.

at the very least, every day should be joyous,
there is no reason not to be.

if not this, then every day
perfect health,
etc.
:)