Red Bone
by Kicking Bear Productions
Title
Red Bone
Artist
Kicking Bear Productions
Medium
Digital Art - Digital
Description
Red Bone sits near the fire on an ancient round stone.A screaming wind. Warm dew like mist. Ghost of dreams. Unfold the horizon. The past falling behind us like a stolen tide to the whales of a deeper ocean. Blink not and sit in the breaking waves of a sunset. Like wet hallowed bones climbing through thunder showers on silver stairwells piercing the young clouds rising, absorb the vibrant light energy to saturate in universal peace your roots of refuge. Native spirit. Wanderer in pioneer of the wilderness. Your healing beads strung to the crown of your heart. Eat from the sacred spiritual fodder of all life in great beauty. Sip from the navel of sage In fearless freedom and fall not from the deep blue windows of timeless awe. We shrink not from the fire or the fight. We are gifted as we slip gently from the Utmost High place above to honor the land with wings spread wide apart. Tender is our movements into the garden archways wearing a golden crown of devotion to love and for global peace. Be not ever Blind with sweet intent to kiss fertile winds, sacred in virtues, navigating the songs of a weeping rainbow cover. I will not size the glass slipper to scavenge thee, for I too lay my weary steps upon the path where some of the walking dead may indeed consort... Ancestors, calling out from age old stories of our elders. Yet, in crimson thorns which pierce my heart in memories, troubling thoughts of love, I laid in Sacred motion for rest. Silent in the whisper of moments. A carving of kisses blink across my mind. Yet, in stolen veils of wonder, I speak to you weary from the shallow grave of daydreams, my daylight coffin, a heart beat pulsing in the cavity of my swollen chest. No, I will not run the weakened hallows tearing at my clothes wringing my hands to bleed. That trivial response I have tried failing much... even to unveil the mask, deviant of the self. Travail instead assurances with translucent words filled by positive seed... There are no equals to despairity or in the wagging tongues of wizards and magicians. Hot is the blood versed or played in promises by clarity to fill the cobblestone streets with wicked laughter and strange songs of old. Travel with hope looking upward to betray harshness at everything lost... Oh friend or not, let us flow in respect to all living things with the Mother Earth. Ally or foe, let us not tussle in the feat of aspiring with unique and special gifts sent to us by the master of creation. Let us journey forward through the eyes of our children in nature...they who are innocent...they who follow us... Allow us the strength and courage to lead all we love on journeys of inspirations, moved by the artful light illuminating our sacred pathways... May the dance of our mysteries in beauty under the great creation fill our lives with kissing. May our voices reach out to touch the tender and beautiful hearts of our sky warriors in the sacred songs of peace as we unite with awesome Joy. Yet, know more of me. See that i too have the broken pieces. The turning of internal tides. The graceful thoughts for my superior love. Know also, that I will share all I own with you, though it be in crumbs for I have shared with the many. I will paint you in the moonlight under the wine soaked galaxies and even then, some will find me dangerous. For, I have fallen down from the skies attic in tragic loss as my lover has died and gone to the heavens. My voice now flows like a screaming wind. My blood a warm dew like mist. My soul a Ghost of dreams. Life... drives me into a journey of eternities.
Protecting Wild Things.
Phtography Art by:Barry Byers
Copyright2011 all rights reserved
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April 3rd, 2011
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