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Native American Prose

Native American Prose
When your heart issues that call to pilgrimage and you answer and go to a place with great natural energy and power, you receive cellular level stimulation, awakening. Entering with a child-like sense of awe, heart wide open, in reverence and prayer opens the door. This is really a pilgrimage to your own heart– an act of great love and courage to just be with you. You don’t necessarily get a technicolor movie spelling out your big vision, but you become more tuned in, more receptive in your day to day basis life.You listen more to your heart’s yearning and each new bold step out opens more doors of creative experession taking you places you never would have imagined. You gain confidence and a new fire that people will see in the new depths of your eyes. Going alone into wild nature is an ancient way of connecting with your own soul. Simply being alive and fully present in the moment opens a direct connection to all of Creation which shamans call a state of ecstatic union. If you can feel this even for a moment, it will change your life forever. In the seeming simplest ways is hidden profound wisdom. The gateway is within. The challenge for people living in modern cultures today is to clear the mind, let the static go, to move into a heart-centered place of deep connectedness to Source. Many older tribal forms of seeking vision involved physical suffering to free the supplicant to connect to spirit. But in today’s world most of us already are adept at leaving our body, living mostly in our heads. World-wide now, mysticism with nature as a doorway is calling people home of self.
- Native American Prose

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A sense of oracle | william stablein

A sense of oracle

gold-blue Lights wakes a world at sleep
the Waters ripple a dream
the weight of the Earth shifts
palm branches sway
each grain of sand brilliant like a diamond
small birds print in diamond space . hop hop di hop
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there are three leading Spirits (anchored floating long tails)
pointing with the compass in my Heart
gesturing signatures in the Ten Directions
knowing Wind . Time in Tide-shadow play
tracking changes with the hop di hops
touched with slight spray of vision

william stablein

(Ao thong nai pan noi Phangan Thailand 2002)

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Love Poems by Benny Youngblood

Love Poems

Refugee
come to me
stride the ocean-side
come be free
rejoice in thee
over hills
in valley creeks
springs a leak
eastward bound
desert storm
lizard ground
sand and stone
touch and feel
not a sound
on love
lands…
-Ben Youngblood

Water Dance

Dance with me darling
With angels from heaven
Step with me into paradise
And gaze upon the skies
And ocean of deep blue
Running through the sand
Down to the beach side
To the clean, clear water
Holding onto each other
Tightly, so to never stray
From each others side
Dancing and splashing
In ocean waters
-Ben Youngblood 1998

Mi Amor

Clouds over my head
You make it sunshine
over my lonely bed
Like a glass of red fine wine
that warms my lips and tongue
I cherish you, my darling
like a favorite love song
I will place the eternal ring
when we meet again
It has been so long
since I have gazed
upon your face
I long for the day
to be dazed
of you
-Ben Youngblood

My love

My love
eyes of black pearls
the spirit of an angel
your the sweetest girl
that I want to feel
your smiles of peace
put me to to ease

My love
let me in
love again
until the end
say it is so
let us go down
the winding road
and grow

my dear
my heart is near
-Ben Youngblood

Love Poems by Benny Youngblood

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Poems by William Stablein

Promised Landwhere is the Promised land..that I have seen.and felt the lushnesswith its warm breezei start to dancethe palm tinglesi try to sing-can only hear..a song shaping linkon this bridge and strip of landan other shore . not the other shoreRock aging . immovable.a crust of earth and seed– The Promised Landwhere does the bow pointin the mist of dreamswimming in a vortexsoles rubbed by soft creatures from the deepbobbing on the cap of wave..carrying the world withinthere is the rainbow illuminating the cresti hear the melody . shaping a Promised landhere . some information in this Promised landbeyond the holy mountains– this landthere is a Hollywood of despairA Promised Land in the rippling blue space.now I drift in unpredictable swirlesfollowing those long tails pointing beyondthey are turning on the sea’s surfacepointing to a syllable, a word– a note.William Stablein Welcome No duality (Pattaya Thailand 2002 out my window ? . ?. 2545))I raise my glassunder massing cloudsto rivers in the skyto the boisterous frogs cloud breaks . Joystructures mountains . washed awayspace flowing in unity . landscape movingduality lost in running waters . sabai sabai One Tastehow sweet the Lincheetart . the afterglownut red bloodhow bitter the seed how warm your arms temperature risingexploding visionsgasping for breath lovely the chimeshypnotic the chantofferings . . SVAHA SVAHAa gush of fresh fluidsWilliam Stablein ( Pattaya Thailand 2002 ? . ?. 2545) Floodits raining . . downpourlets brave the outdoors crossing tiny streams puddles changing to rivers seas and Floodsstepping over multitudes . . invisibles escape from my soles I see them as the waters riseas i pick the flesh . scoop the cheekscomfort at a breezy table for one Sabaai Sabaai (Relaxed Happy Content)a sky flashes around a dark moon . . Water meeting Skyeach bursting drop shattering bridges flipping rooftopsSabaai Sabaai Happy in the warm breeze Oh my . . fish bone stuck in mouthouch . . gum swelling quicklyfishies racing with the tideOuch . . Ouch di . . OuchRaging Waters news flash appears on tvcarrying away homes indeed parts of soulsbuilding parts, broken roots and bits of dreamsCresting into the nightlife(Pattaya Thailand 2003 outdoor Chinese restaurant ? . ?. 2546)) William Stablein After Cloudburst raging waters stored within . .within puddles, ponds and riversred ants float away on palm leavestide pools merging with unique Karmas waters now turned calmdry spots appear with the rising sun world . a flittering vortex of brittle crystal sand to sand beneath the tide of timebriefly i stand . as the sacred serpents permit.to my front passes shadows from East Asiato the left I hear modern Thai love songfrom a sacred dome a melodious but ominous praise waves purr over crystal sandI hear the refrain . . I Love You Babythe smell of burning little green chilies fill my nostrilssand castles swept into the sea of SiamWilliam Stablein (Pattaya beach in front of Starbucks 2002 ? . ?. 2545)

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Sun Drop by William Stablein | Phd | Published Author | Poet

William Stablein Phd | Published Author | Poet

Sun Drop

day light flicked from foam of sea
icons hued under a falling sun . Drop
buddha candles dripped into the sands at twilight
shadow dragons merged between sacred orchids (lilavadee)

perfumes gathered in the globules of space
Drop Drop . a blessed abstract configures the tide pool
i rest with mongrel dogs between a palm and squid vendor
roasting inkies . cooled by salt crystals of Siam spray . i am touched

rolling surf captures the ears of lovers
whispers are fanned by beach umbrella flaps
blink . a half moon bay comes fluorescently alive
stars recede a bit while city lights and shadows vie

couples silhouette over a tinged bluish red sand .
swimmers on black tire tubes lull under gaze and glare
beach ball momentarily suspends like a world instantly stopped
moon lost seemingly in a glaze of iridescent lamps . hearing songs of crickets

put put di put a . . squid boat propeller ripples with moonlight
tubes wobble wth the surf , swimmers hide from the bright street of dreams
Oh Well . I wonder if a telescope on Mars might see a passing jogger’s prints
light house yonder made for the squid hunters . cargo boats . Junks from distant ports

a squid boat captain centers in the half moon bay . . Blink
blink in the night . a rippling net of green casts around the hull
like lusty men melting in the flash of night inkies jettison to the green web
blink di blink . lights from the east west and walking streets. . the allure spreads

glow green light shine the matrix trap under hull
light the little inkies up in their final surging urge for life
a final embrace little morsels are you prepared for your next limbo . .
now Satisfy the world embracing its own neon green light destiny

squidies churn . testy farangs burst your globes in the neon bubble
thai girls chewing inkies feeling the sap dancing in an electric haze
munching dreaming changing sands , tiny flies feed on lovers bruised feet
comes to mind an old refrain. . “I Love To Spoon By The Light Of The Moon”

- William Stablein

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