Blue Horizons
by Kicking Bear Productions
Title
Blue Horizons
Artist
Kicking Bear Productions
Medium
Photograph - Digital
Description
On the journey for great beauty Native American Artist Barry K. Byers presents this amazing image with a colorful display of our great creation. Make this walk through great beauty a refuge of the heart. Protecting Wild things.
Reflections of liquid blue spilling out room to room. Each drop knocking at the forevermore. Long days gone by. Cold winter nights that make you sigh. No longer the child with sunkisses winking the eye. Caterpillar pink, yellow with bright Love and peace. Green baby birds seeking the mothers food. Boundless beauty unmasked by the eyes of love. Flirting wings dipping beaks with chirps and tweeks. Endless sight captured in flight by sacred emotion. Melting horizons gentle the kiss swelling under raining skies above. A smile moved by thrashing lovers swimming in the sea of naked devotion. A honey bee held by gentle hands listening to the voice wild in nature. Turning the red clay in steps along an amazing journey. A fire light inside the kiva. A wild laugh inspiring the pioneer of many trails. Beads and feathers. Winds from moon drops glide with wild horses welcomed in the wet stone's silky moss. Music from the fragile river flowing with honeysuckle scent. A taste of butterfly pollen dripping as mulberry wine. A young wolf prowling the tender shining hope of sacred life. A miracle of a womans fingers circling inside the blush of falling stars. A man of mystery points to the laughing womans orbiting moon. Together warmed by touch. Eternity risking sweetness by the teasing heart-winds of dare. Native skies filled of blue clouds near ruby sunsets. The Dolphins ocean. Tribal whales of the deep. An Osprey cries. Dreams laid gentle upon the fragrant light of a sweet midnight without a care. Flowering petals sway inside the garden of many dreams. Distant hunger veiled by the silver tongue of our peace. Awakening sleepy owls. Sway of the minnows seaweed pure and green. Singing sweet little stream overflowing stone and moss. Waving palm trees lending leaves of shade on pure white sand so clean. The mouse haunting the shadows of night in songs that never cease. Your walk the dance of beauty. Orchids in flight healing in whispers. A touch weaved fearless by the winds of time. The chant of a warriors heart. Growling thunderstorms covered in rain. Looking glass pond asleep in silent beauty. Owning nothing, yet, adjoined by the strands of a holy way. The steller mind lingers to ponder inside a silent opiate glow. Praying Native under creation for all healing powers to grow. Sleeping as a child in peace waving to the sea otters grin. Native drum beating in the distance that will never cease. A flute weaves the warriors song. Grazing Elk calling out into the forest in a mist by the breath of midnight. Only your own history knows where you have been. Never lost. Always connected. The rainbow giving. Boundless beauty unmasked by the eyes of love. Sweet grass bundles. Snow capped mountains feeding the rivers below. Hummingbird kisses, Blackbirds eating berries from the twisting vine. Barefoot seeking the path beyond man. Call your love into mine. Man needing woman. Barking pups and laughing children. Heart beats warmed in unity. I pray to the Utmost High Place Above. All I have is yours, though it be in crumbs, for the bread of my life has been shared with the many and the net continues to be gentle in its casting...gathering always the broken treasures to mend. This eternal love for you I send. Shelter your tribe with fallen stars amber dust laid into the crystal caves that never end. Brush strokes of heavens own paint. Sitting in Buffalo pride with playful wolf pups imposing growls. Wearing the badge of courage in our hearts. Shouting for freedoms still alive and sheltered by the Red Road. Feeling the essence of the lone traveler at dusk watching the snow fall upon his own shoulders. Visiting the all seeing sun. In silence the waterfall speaking out. Stilled in the artful dance of summer. The honey glaze of a slippery lip in spring. Amazed by fighting finches wings as they challenge to brace their feet to the fig tree. Humbled wearing pine needles with natures name. Born with a spiritual shield. Feeling the life inside a Grandfather tree. The harvest and the plow. In tune with friends looking upon a crest of falling tides. Being in family. I am spilling out room to room. Living inside nature by the truth. Dancing inside the House of Love. Praying to the Utmost High place above. ~Kicking Bear Barry
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August 2nd, 2011
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