see me with our old soul, your wise owl eyes

i belong to the wind, to grandmother moon
to the vision of the hawk, the depth of the sea
i am the heart of a lion drinking the sun
i am the true journey, the undiscovered path
i am the life in the fox, centered and silent,
apparent in the stillness between breaths
i am the flame of meaning that lights the night
see me with your old soul, your wise owl eyes

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Sue Vincent says:

October 5, 2015 at 1:46 am

Just beautiful, Jamie.

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1. Jamie Dedes says:
  
  October 5, 2015 at 4:15 am
  
  Thank you, Sue.
  
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michaelwatsonvt says:

October 4, 2015 at 9:54 am

oh, Jamie, We are all of these, but so often forget. We need you poets to remind us!

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scillagrace says:

October 4, 2015 at 8:38 am

A delicious natural pairing of poem and picture….like pears and bleu and Pinot…but more earthy…mushrooms and Merlot, perhaps. (I must be hungry.) Thanks!

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1. Jamie Dedes says:
  
  October 4, 2015 at 8:48 am
  
  Ha! And now you’ve made me hungry. 🙂 Have a pleasant Sunday, Priscilla.
  
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slpmartin says:

October 4, 2015 at 8:29 am

A wonderful poem to start my Sunday…quiet lovely.

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Gretchen Del Rio says:

October 4, 2015 at 7:41 am

A beautiful poem Jamie. The wisdom of graceful aging.

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Carl D'Agostino says:

October 4, 2015 at 5:04 am

Today I feel like the tired old foot worn turtle. Perhaps a grasshopper tomorrow.

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1. Gretchen Del Rio says:
  
  October 4, 2015 at 7:39 am
  
  I can surely relate to this. Life in an aging body is not preditable. But the grasshopper days are a lovely gift.
  
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