Namaste morning.
What is life if not -
the aroma of Hyacinths in the Spring;
two squirrels playing tag under the Oak tree;
the howl of the wolf to its lover
on a moonlit night;
the imagination of your breath on my neck
as I write this poem;
and the shy twinkle in your eyes
as I turn around.
Namaste morning

Aztec Warrior 6.15.15

Being a city boy
with some Native roots,
I have always loved the feel
of cool, dew laden grass
licking at my toes;
the scent of pine needles
on the forest floor;
the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your out stretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts
inside my heart,
I begin to see the balance of life.
We are, all of us, connected in so many ways
and it is our diversity
that can make us strong,
if we seize it.

The challenge has always been
to become more conscious
of our potential humane-ness;
to act on, “the whole world comes first”.

A revolution is born,
we have a world to win.

Aztec Warrior 6.15.15