Feathers and warpaint are symbolic disguises for the enemy ...

Looking forward and inward, Crazy Horse was consumed by his vision as he rode into the ancestral camp of the unmarked trail. It was here that he listened for the older voices who kept council with the past.

There was no shield to protect from arrows fired from within. When shot from the heart of ancient wanderings and hitting their target, life turned into death and then life again.

The symbols of the warrior... the arrow, bow, and horse, were painted on tipi’s proud and were there to guide your spirit on its path to who you would become. The images depicted a true warrior’s journey — war being a portal —catalyzing with its deliverance the freedom of your spirit.

Death burns celebration as its kindling, renewing everything within the finality of its embers, taking you back to the beginning of all things possible, where …

The rules
   the reasons
   the ridicule
           and the redemption

all fade in your memory, while you become more of what you always were — and less of what the timid crave.  

Unveiling your spirit
   rejoining your fathers

as your feathered bonnet and warpaint lie burning in the flames of a distant council fire.



Kurt Philip Behm: July, 2024  
(From Searching For Crazy Horse)

Between a fool
and a wise man
who treads on who
Rushing forth
or holding back
many are the few
Who comes out
of the darkness first
the dolt or then the sage
One racing through  
the jungle blind
— the other in a cage

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Wearing a veil
I revisit the past
Hiding from suitors
who hold to me fast

Muffling my words
as shadows befall
Their spirits indentured
— old feelings recalled

(Deamsleep: July, 2024)

Without me
you’re nothing
With me
— nothing more

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Dimensional slippage
conceived from without
Length, width, and height
time squared thereabout

Spacetime endemic
on gravity’s spire
Black Holes ill rumored
supernova inspired

Fourth, fifth, and sixth
but then nobody’s sure
With logic’s deception
embraced more and more

The system it’s flawed
in both structure and form
Pulling you into
the physicist’s norm

Till that day you falter
and turn from it all
When the out becomes in
— and you answer the call

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

A rainbow on my shoulder
as storm clouds lie ahead
I stop and wonder ‘why go on’
the rain beyond my tread

Halted from my wandering
a stillness reappears
The world to spin and trap in place
surrounding me with fear

My rainbow slowly dimming
its *** of gold has gone
And in its place a darkness comes
the shadows growing long

But far off in the distance
the sky a new portend
Calling out in vibrant hues
— to walk that way again

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

Can we ever own
anything
that won’t own us back

Can we ever say
anything
we’ll never retract

Can we dream
in the future
while freeing the past

Can we give
without taking
not first ever last

Can the reasons
become us
excuses be ******

Can fidelity
triumph
the truth in demand

When sleep
reawakens
its light shining through

Today and
tomorrow
— forever anew

(The New Room: June, 2024)