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
© 2014, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserve; illustration: spirit animal with permission by Gretchen Del Rio. If you have not visited Gretchen’s site, you must. Fabulous!
Just beautiful, Jamie.
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Thank you, Sue.
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oh, Jamie, We are all of these, but so often forget. We need you poets to remind us!
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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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Ha! And now you’ve made me hungry. 🙂 Have a pleasant Sunday, Priscilla.
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A wonderful poem to start my Sunday…quiet lovely.
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A beautiful poem Jamie. The wisdom of graceful aging.
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Today I feel like the tired old foot worn turtle. Perhaps a grasshopper tomorrow.
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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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