Shawn White Eagle

Shawn White Eagle Jul 2013

A mighty river sings her song
Fast flowing waters swell her form
Her mesmerizing sound envelopes the night
As trees upon her banks,
Dressed in full regalia,
Dance in the pale moonlight...awaiting
The Dawn of a New Day

Eastern Phoebe, first to awaken heralds the new day
Her short bursts stir those in the forest
Robin commences his morning song
Resonating melodic perfection
Peeking above the horizon, the Sun
Orange hue bathing Mother Earth
Warms Terra Firma

Her coat of green
Covered in morning dew
Glistens beneath the radiant Sun
Mother Bear makes her way along the river's bank
Carefully teaching her cubs their daily lessons
She is key to their survival
She is their world

Monarchs and Swallowtails, warmed by the sun
Flutter by, tasting the sweet floral nectar
Brown eyed Daisies...await
The flight of the bumble bee
Hummingbirds dart and dance from flower to flower
Delicately tasting the sweet nectar
As they so precisely hover

The morning breeze stirs the trees awake
The sound...tranquil as crashing waves upon the shore
Muffle the stealthy steps of Lobo
And lift Eagle to wondrous heights
As a baby fawn lies motionless, scentless, while mother doe stands watch
Welcome 2 the Dawn...of a New Day...
...of a New Hope

(c) 2013 Shawn White Eagle

The third in a line of "season" poems that have had a seed planted within me. It is summer and the warmer days, bountiful sun and starry skies, with the summer triangle, signal a wonderful time of year. We have the opportunity to see all of spring's new creations blossom and grow...we have the sheer joy of feeling the warmth of the sun on our faces...brightening each day. And summer is even better when sharing it with Lobo :-) I hope U all are having a splendid summer...all I know, is that regardless of the season, I am blessed, and in the words of Prince...Beautiful, Loved and Blessed 4 that matter. Live 4 Love y'all!

Shawn White Eagle Jun 2013

3rdEye Boom of the Bass

Absent from this creation
4 far 2 long
Words stuck pressed under a rock
3rdEyeBlind
Midnight Blues at Paisley
INspiration, head bobbin'
Taken 2 The Max with
New Princely Music
And grooves of the feminine
3rdEyeGirl
3rdEyeOpen
FUNK my LIFE
The new FML
Life is good

(c) Shawn White Eagle

Been a looong time since I wrote anything...bit of a writers block, combined with a lack of time (sorry for not reading everyone's most recent writings) and just not feeling overly creative, which is not a good feeling. Of course this piece was written rather quickly and it's not the best, but just something I'm feeling right now. I am, as I wrote this, relaxing listening 2 a Live Stream from the Park known as Paisley, titled "Midnight Blues" and feeling energized. :-) Live 4 Love...Shawn

Shawn White Eagle Mar 2013

Ziigwan (Spring)

The full moon, golden hued, bathed in wisps of clouds
Stares intently at the barren trees along the river
A white Biboon blanket being gently pulled back
Inside her den a mother bear and her cubs stir
Sounds of ice, creaking and cracking
Resonate through the naked woodland
Ice, slowly breaking away and fleeing from winter's frozen grip
Float lazily down stream
Upon free running waters carrying away the anguish endured
Gentler, warmer breezes carry dreams that become reality
The coming rains will soon nourish Mother Earth
Kissing her gently
Breathing life back into her dormant flesh
Barren trees clothed once again
Life springs forth at a rapid rate
Bathing in the yellow light of day
Birds sing with joy
In the meadow, a brown eyed Daisy
Invites butterfly kisses upon her ethereal beauty
An iridescent flash, a glitter, from the south
Flitting from flower to flower Hummingbird dances
As a tender southerly breath reminds us to forever be...

...*Hopeful

(C) Shawn White Eagle

Shawn White Eagle Jan 2013

Resonance (7.83Hz)

Rhythms of Mother Earth
Those which to life give birth
The pulse of all her life
When disrupted cause strife

Why is it we feel better when we go outside?
What has Mother Earth that is not inside?

Everything is connected
                                       And, in turn affected
                                                                         By that which causes disruption
                                                                                                                             Mainly, human corruption
Drop a pebble in a lake
All things affected by that wake
Of those energy waves emitted
Like those from a tower transmitted

Where have the butterflies and bees gone?
Those that took fancy flight above our lawn
Why have their numbers decreased?
And why have more become deceased?

What is this pulse, what is this beat?
That which surrounds us and is beneath our feet?

Mother Earth's heartbeat, herRESONANCE...7.83Hz (hertz)
The same rhythm with which humanity flirts

Circadian rhythm, day and night
Daily cycle of dark and light

A world, from the eye unseen
Yet perceived by those who are keen
Aware of our world which is synergetic
With waves that are light, electric and magnetic

What happens in a world without bees?
Does the fruit still fall from the trees?
Do we want to live without the beauty of flowers?
All for the incessant need for transmitting towers?

What is the ultimate price that we may pay
If we do not hold our cell phones an inch away
As waves lethal as high concentrations of uranium
Are pumped continuously into our cranium

Wireless hot spots become pervasive
Much like a species that is invasive
Birds migratory instincts disrupted
By those towers that have corrupted

That natural balance we have with our mother
A balance that cannot be replaced with another

This resonance attributed to Schumann
Is a frequency that is also human

(C) 2013 Shawn White Eagle

I watched the documentary, "Resonance - Beings of Frequency" and was inspired to write this poem. The film has some amazing information. I have long been aware of the collapsing bee colonies and potential correlation with cell phone towers, but this film does a good job of laying out a solid foundation as to why our Mother Earth's frequency is so crucial to, not only bees, migratory butterflies and birds, but also to us as humans. If we could only visually see the disruption caused by all of the various waves our technology emits on a continual basis. I wish U all 7.83Hz on a daily/nightly basis. Thanks for reading.

Live 4 Love
Shawn White Eagle

Shawn White Eagle Dec 2012

Star Bright

Star Light, Star Bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
For a new beginning apres tonight

A new DAWN, a new hope
One with an illuminated scope
Halting our slide, down this slippery *****
And freeing us from this encumbering rope

The new dawn, of a new consciousness
This creation of a critical mass cognizance
This genesis, of a collective awareness
That is filled with LOVE and fairness

Star Light, Star Bright
I see no stars tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
That I share my light with humanity tonight

(c) 2012 Shawn White Eagle

I just happened to look our window at the wind singing through the trees and noticed the cloudy skies when "Star Light, Star Bright" popped into my head. I immediately moved towards the Mayan end date and instead of having the fear of an apocalyptic end to time scenario...shifted to the idea of a critical mass of us who are able to shift humanity into a newer, deeper and more divine guided consciousness. I wish U all well my friends as we move into this new era...Peace, Love and Light to U all.

Live 4 Love

Shawn White Eagle Dec 2012

Humanity (DisConnecticut)

Connecticut
Humanity in a rut
Which way to turn
As we all burn
Paying for that four letter word hate
The one that so many regurgitate
Spoken out loud
Emanating into the crowd
The crowd of humanity
That reeks of such profanity
That to hope for some saving grace
In this uncivilized place
Is, I am sorry to say, sure to fail
As the divine within us has become frail
What happened to LOVE?
Peace symbolized by a white dove?
In what direction do we as a species travel?
As our interconnectedness continues to unravel?
I have not an answer now
As all I can do is bow,
My head and pray
For all those affected on this tragic day

(c) 2012 Shawn White Eagle

Shawn White Eagle Dec 2012

Lobo

A powerful paw strikes the earth
Strong since your day of birth

A spat of dust arises
A cloud that disguises

A future with you in it that is bright
You who is bathed in divine light

For those who misjudge
And appear to begrudge

Your luminous essence
Most evident in your presence

Simply put, they are not needed
And for you, these words are to be heeded

Just as orchestral sounds swell with the howling song of oboe
The world, too, swells from your howling song, for U R Lobo

Written for Lobo...a very special spirit who makes the world a much better place as her paws make their way across Mother Earth and her howls fill Father Sky. :-)

Live 4 Love