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The Tree of Forgiveness
sun setting beyond
the shoulders of
mountain gods
ducks swimming
in shadows of
togetherness
two aging souls
musing
dark nights past
sensing
a perceptual edge
in the present
voices grow louder
alongside
sounds of future’s
silence
standing beneath
the tree of
forgiveness
where the gods
take pity
revealing hope
without retreat
— kenne
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“Hope Coming To Texas” — Image by kenne from Kate’s iPhone
After several years in Ft. Collins, Katie, Nicholas and Matt are moving back to Texas — San Antonio, specifically.
Windmills of Hope
Arriving in Texas
where pickups are still king
Yellow buses grazing
under a cotton-ball sky
Extreme traffic on the right
sensible on the left
Just remember
I ain’t your dude
You can’t buy me with
a “Two-Step” lottery card
Make it a beer or two
at the old saloon
Times are different
so continue lying to me
kenne
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“You have noticed that 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 . . . . . The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours . . . . Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”
— Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Holy Man, 1863-1950
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Image by Katie Turner Bailey
“You have noticed that 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 . . . . . The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours . . . . Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”
— Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Holy Man, 1863-1950
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