Kimber Ericksons pond to poems #1
Plant your own garden Decorate your own soul Beautiful
I begin life is beautiful.
I found my legs to be wings
Running through the woods free
Imitating deer flying ..jumping
The Acton Massachusetts glee
Of catching catfish Turtles Poly wogs. .frogs
Building lean toos
A camp fire
Tapping maple trees
Steve lux our fearless leader
We roam Erickson pond
The rock walls the roads have no homes
The smell of fresh dirt We were Free...
And free is all I ever desired
In middle mind In levitation upon memory
Lose all legs
Breathe The joy ...
Of inviting in the the gentle power
Of being a soul Without limitations
I am in this body this bone
Muscle Running Dancing Skiing through the space of the woods ...
Thought on the body In the moment of bliss
Joseph Cambells names this epiphany The oneness
Where a fusion of body mind transcend Into the zone
The zone of zenith
The supreme surrender
Or great awakenings
Upon imitating the native dancers
With their arms spread wide the hawk Eagle glide
I am now in full spiral
My toes heels spin
Now I imitate the sufi
With my right hand fully extended vertically
Receiving the sun the goddess the galaxy
My left hand sends forth the knowledge
The energy to feed nourish my clan
I am in creating a vortex
Of centrifugal force
I finally stop
From the palms of my hands
Emmanate a heat
Which I have never known
Before In fact I look at my palms In amazement
What is this ? So in an odd way
I understand this body to be our channeling the spirit
This body has supernatural powers
That spirit opens
This explains the the joining of man woman
We are wired to be connected
In soulful learnings of ascension
Life is the still, & the movement
The fusion of energies
The death of orgasm
When at stillness.... all heaven opens up
Then the gentle the power
In returning to healing we empower
All healing requires gentleness
This body is not me
The me is
Something that drives this supernatural space craft
A ship into the emotions
The joys sorrows
This body is for the liberation of spirit
A launching pad
For lasses and lads
We grab our skin our mask our missions and task
“When you know who you are:
When your mission is clear to you
Burn with inner fire of unbreakable will
No cold can touch
No deluge can dampen your purpose
You know that you are alive. “
Powerful human broken first..
Overcoming is the magic
Thank you Power to BE Gentle
Nature river drum sings
Piercing to the native heart
Who is everything
Drum Wing Moon dance Owl screen
The feet walking these hills these Streams
We have walked 10,000 years
To be here
The native bones arise in
Their own inner sun
We spark our own imaginations
Dream Seeds To BE the Power of Gentleness
The warrior knows the battle is among men is fruitless
By the time he arrives home
The heart has been wounded
Battles of spirit Battle for bones
The war the battle as boys we glamorized TV Movies Heroes
Of war Kill the enemy
Get the girl
A killing machine that fights for profit
Whiteman ...I am
But this ....
So the question is how do I stop this Violence
Well I create more space for silence
Invite fear for coffee tea brunch
Ask this of death Ghana
Cambell, Martin Luther, Aristotle,
How do we stop the hate ?
They reply love more
Hate is born from fear
Fear is born from the thought of separation
Fear is the false god
Math is subtract divide
Mother nature math Add multiply
The weeds the birds the dandelion ballerinas fly
Dakota asks me why is it all the peaceful men get shot ?
Dakota is Truth
Martin Luther how many more ??
Lao Tzu "undermine the enemy"
Under ......in the hearts which lay under fear, shame, guilt etc.
Mine......be mindful of every thought possible ...
Is this a loving thought
Does it add and multiply
Change our under where the dark parts are
Where the box of bad memories is taped and marked
The wounds are deep
We do not know how many layers but some in honor to keep
The sacred blood which poets weep
Love ourselves to
be gentle 1.
2. Be mindful ...mine good people good hearts
Lao Tzu who is the enemy Fear ?
Jung...you are the enemy ....
Master your fear Luke ...
May the force be with you
David Bowie sings on his death bed
He is now a dangerous man because he has nothing to lose
We never had anything to lose ..
We come naked..get some clothes dress for the show
Your words inspire me
Gone to woods
Enjoy your artful day
Maybe that's what time is for to be intoxicated with words
Our own thoughts
Hiked today close to home Oregon John Day River
Vast Good place ..
Will go back asap
Happy Trails funny me thinks that was the closing tv song for Roy Rogers
I used to say that still do
Happy Trails Ole Buddy
Let Er Buck
Don’t let your water get muddy
Continued good luck
When whiskey cheeks get ruddy
And no care to give a Fuck
Sleep it off in the Hay barn
Snore up a wind storm
Kiss the horses and pigs
Here’s to dancing the jigs
Your Words Are Very Erudite.
& Blessings on your Walks
Upon feet or sitting Still.
Hears a silly little ditty,
Just for fun...