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Spirit’s Song

Posted in Lessons of the Drum, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on August 29, 2023| 7 Comments »

In a gully,

Still waters run deep,

It’s difficult to know,

What lies beneath,

The beauty,

Of truth

 

Inside a soul,

Are deep truths and

Songs that speak,

Authentic words,

They inspire

 

Dark depths,

Of our Spirit,

Beckon for light,

And, reaches for more

 

Truth,

Strums the hearts cord,

Invoking movement;

The body sways,

And, the spirit smiles

 

A wayward soul breathes deeply,

And relaxes,

Smiling,

While another artist wails;

He sings

 

Soulful blues,

Of truth,

Which speaks,

To all humanity,

Striking cords,

Invoking action

 

The echoes of,

Truth,

Change the world,

And, strums the heart cords,

Of all

 

When the truth spirit sings,

Authentic words,

While breaking contrived rules,

And using creativity,

Politics is damned,

It’s always been that way

 

Still waters running deep,

Within an artists,

Hidden gully,

Starts poetry in motion

 

Truth is,

When spirited songs,

Are shared,

Heart to heart,

Soul to soul,

Strumming one another,

Through vibration,

Life changes

 

Vibrations cause ripples,

In still deep waters,

They invigorate the stagnate,

Complicate or sleepy;

Stirring silenced emotions

 

Until, finally,

A dam breaks,

Water flows,

Emoting the trickling sound,

Of music into stifled depths

 

Action causes movement,

Growth erupts in the gully,

Others hear the music,

A community starts singing,

About truth

 

Truth in a gully,

Where still waters run deep,

Within your own soul,

Hides inspirations hidden beauty

 

That’s where you’ll find,

Poetry in motion,

Like the power,

Of your spirit’s song

 

Strum another’s heart,

Break the silence,

Sing your Spirit’s song.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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My Home

Posted in Short Stories, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 15, 2023| 7 Comments »

My home;

 Home on the range,

Where the deer,

And the antelope play…

Where seldom is heard

A discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day,

May your home range be an oasis of serenity,

Have an amazing day!

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Dragon Eyes

Posted in Compositions, Short Stories, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on August 8, 2023| 6 Comments »

They call me, “Draco,” for I am Dragon.

I see you down there admiring the view.

I felt how your heart leapt for joy when you first set eyes on this mountain meadow.  When you smiled, the world glowed brighter – it was blinding.  Your essence intrigued me.  It made me want to see the world through your eyes.  Dragon eyes don’t see like those of a human unless we are connected.  I have the ability to connect to you.  That is part of my magic. What is it you see?

I must see it with my own eyes and feel it as your heart does.

You can’t see me, at least not yet but you’ve turned toward me and have spotted wild raspberries.  They are short bushes, low to the ground.  The little bushes are loaded with berries despite their size. I watch as you savor the sour sweetness of a raspberry without putting one in your mouth.  I thought only dragon’s could sense taste food without actually eating it.  The flavor of these mountain raspberries made my mouth water. How did you resist? You didn’t even pick one.  You left them for the creatures of the mountain.  It’s been a hot dry summer, the mountain wildlife appreciates that you left their food alone.  Your thoughtful decision made my heart swell. 

I watch you as your eyes scan the mountainside. 

Now, you see me.

There are actually several of us here.  We have camouflaged ourselves upon the mountain side.  The others are sleeping as I keep watch. 

I see we have you intrigued.  You think we are rock pillars.  This made me smile.  It made you smile as well.  Once again, your light blinded me.

You are leaving now.

 How is it you have not left one footprint behind? 

Then I remember as you moved, you floated just above the land. You touched without touching and tasted without tasting.  There is a grace about you. 

The old ones tell tales of your like – legends if you will.  There hasn’t been one like you for centuries.  They say the urge to connect with a magical being is magnetic and immediate.  It happens without thought.  They say when it happens a Dragon will follow, it cannot resist.  I will follow.

You will not see me – at least not yet. When I soar above you it will be as if a cloud has cast a slight shadow over the land. I want to share my magic with you – even though you have magic of your own. My dragon eyes have seen the world anew through you. Now, I wish you could see the world through mine.

ANDronesRUS

We will connect for good eventually.  The bond will be set when we lock our eyes and our hearts become one. Keep your eyes to the sky.  I soar above.

They call me, “Draco,” for I am Dragon.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Wildflower Wisdom

Posted in Winged Messages, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 1, 2023| 8 Comments »

 

 

Move towards your dreams with confidence,

Take action to transform them into reality,

Growth from seed to bloom takes effort,

Gather the essence of your dream’s bouquet,

And, share your inspiration with others,

Such is the bounty of a wildflower’s wisdom,

Smile, it’s a beautiful day!

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Busy Bee

Posted in Compositions, Winged Messages, tagged , , , , , , , , on June 13, 2023| 7 Comments »

Spring is always a very busy time of year on the prairie. 

That being said, I have been a very busy Bee!

But, don’t get your stinger in a knot; I’ll be back with some new stories soon.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

 

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Prairie Crocus

Posted in Short Stories, tagged , , , , , , on May 10, 2023| 9 Comments »

There are swaths of purple gracing the prairie pastures as crocus bloom.

I found these on a road less traveled.

As you can see, the blooming period of the crocus is coming to an end. I hope you enjoyed this little piece of the wild prairie!

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Cut-face

Posted in Winged Messages, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2023| 6 Comments »

Off the beaten path a rolling stone gathers no moss.  The roll of its movement is like poetry in motion.

At a bridge too far, footsteps linger on a path.

A witness bearer is observing nature.

A rock falls, succumbs to the pressure and breaks in half. It will never be the same. Even pieced together, it will not ever be whole.  There will always be light shining through its center. 

Iridescent and beautiful, a shine traverses the in-between, always seeing both sides of an equation.

Never judging, never choosing which side is better, the lights only purpose; quiet acceptance.

It glistens and flows silently becoming the glue which clings to each half of a shattered foundation then with quiet support, it centers the mass – makes it stronger through the light bond of its touch and creates something new.

                  

Like a bridge too far reaching across a cut-face, light connects both sides.

Some rock hard,  stone like individuals previously stuck begin to cross over from the precipice of the cut-face.  They courageously take small steps until gravity intervenes and they roll smoothly across. Having bridged the gap they celebrate their new found strength.

Fear paralyzes the forward motion of others. Their burden is heavy. They must remain unmoving and solid.

“Even rocks can crack,” they say sadly.

This a dark fact rarely mentioned – cracking is forbidden. It’s taboo to admit weakness or even create an awareness of its existence because one would then notice a concrete failure in their foundation. 

Instead of rounded thoughts and wheels of motion to roll ahead, they form blocks. They see how easy blocks are to stack.  They gauge progress by building barriers instead of bridges. They notice how they feel stuck in the mire and begin to sink as they fall into the pressure of its darkness and crack.

But, they don’t notice the beauty, movement or force of the light connecting the pulsing broken shards of a stone and how it has formed others into glorious pieces of art.  Or, the peace that washes over a shattered, broken work in progress when it transforms through an acceptance of nature and, moves on; forever fragmented but beautifully whole; perfect while they dance and bond with the light of the in-between at the cut-face near the bridge too far.  Free.

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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A Feathered Friend

Posted in Lessons of the Drum, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 25, 2023| 8 Comments »

Three weeks ago, a foggy mist of milk white hid the horizon. It was still cold. Spring was here but the tendrils of winter were loath to release their taunting grip on the prairie.

Many migrating birds were overhead.  I knew this because I could hear them.

I always tend to marvel at the ability of migratory birds especially, their instinctual ability to navigate blindly through inclement weather and unseen territory while they fly toward their new destinations.

I heard familiar honking in the distance. The recognizable sound was that of the Canadian Geese as they arrived in droves while fog shrouded the land. Other flocks of migratory birds were also flying in. Their types were harder to discern with listening ears because the opaque wall inhibited any clear view of the arriving birds and muffled the sounds of their songs.

The misty cold weather was surreal. Unending fog can be depressing to some but I enjoy the damp, cool weather and find the wall of cloudy white strangely comforting, even safe. I like the idea of disappearing behind a veil of white.  It’s private. I especially like walking in the fog, mainly because I am obliged to use my other senses and am forced to pay closer attention to what’s in my immediate circle during the hours before the fog relents to the rays of the mid-day sun.

But, that day, I was imagining what it would be like to spread open the white wall of fog with my hands as if it were curtains and step through it.  I was wondering if it would it be a clear day or magical world on the other side of the curtains when a knock interrupted my whimsy.

Knock, knock.

Knock.

“What’s knocking at my front door, it’s not like a knocking that I’ve heard before,” I wondered. (more…)

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Wordless Wednesday

Posted in Media Room, tagged , , , , , , , on April 19, 2023| 6 Comments »

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Drone

Posted in Short Stories, tagged , , , , , , , on April 11, 2023| 6 Comments »

When life drones on,

Spread your wings and fly.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

 

 

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