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Sep 2015
Sometimes someone comes along and sees..

I sit on boulders and they share visions...
I see for miles a light scape made of Terra's dream
So blown apart I am the indigenous spirit
Who sat here with me, decades ago seeing what
You migrate through
As maps becomes topographical
Multidimensional mind in me.

A Hopi Kachina offers a gift
I  am too blind
But would have accepted Give-away.

In stone breath I hunt, but can't ****
As there is
No end to the soul of oneness.
In futility
I slay the part where you left me off
As
I press the air, water, your earth, the void
Seeking freedom again
Bloodletting the story of heart myths
That is fire
To find what is true.
I told you, you don’t know me,
As I am,
Unknowable as separation.
Desperation pulls a  
A trigger by the enemy,
That is
The same fleshy bone matter
Diseased or living,
You are
made
Of no coming or going, in the doorway is pure awareness,
And we all walk through
The same dream
the same no thing
Since I am this beam,
Welcome home.

With blankets as wings they fly from this
Jagged dust torn cliff as
I stand here now and the elder knows
I am her, and told you a sacred story.




Take your chance wanderer
I have
Been here all along.
You are nowhere
With me
In this
Tribal dance...
Hell has no chance over my
Offerings
When this world
Is left,
Be with me
Kachina Wind-walker Rainbow Warrior
So I don’t have to go on alone in
Oneness no way can you
Let me go.

Robyn Keefover
4/24/2013
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robyn el coyote-buddha  Portlandia, now.
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