Garden of Stars
Garden of Stars
Coyote runs along the river
trees
offer their roots to the rhythm
which is deeper
quieter
moving with the sun
my memories are a 4-legged
song
by
Tobacco Indian
Bleeding Stones
I could see shadows
coming from his heart
and the water in his eyes
had no salt
I picked up a stone,
my toes holding the earth
holding,
and standing still
i picked up a stone;
My eyes
were not crazy,
but his heart looked like
a place for an arrow,
a place to strike
and sing about it later
Standing still,
I carved a feather,
a feather
into that stone
and just went home alone
I left the
feather
in the stone
and just went home alone.
by
Tobacco Indian
All great love, if it is truly love,
eventually becomes friendship.
From that we can see that all love
is the same. There are not types and grades of it
There are not colors and forms of it
It just is
We must love more than just one
We must love more than just a few;
It is possible for us to love all
And in doing so, we are loving
God. JK
