Red Hawk, The theme that is most often occuring to me, reading your work, is one of regeneration but not only that - also the ritual of regeneration that can so beautifully yet completely be lost to us if or when we run from the love of mother earth, arrogantly presuming that we are not already in-lightened through the dark mysteries of the still beating life force through our hearts our lives and our mother, whose affections we have always won and can, therefore, always win again in every kind of rite of passage, always crouched, alert, like our death, poised in perfect harmony (and mystery) between the single choice to run From her love, distinct as we but ne'er opposed to our infinite range of choices to participate in her will creative, the very heart of matter "vibrating my dense self." What this line and many like it say to me is that all distinction is, in reality, or her rei-ality, intimate or profoundly interior; that all difference arises and arouses from this, her pleasure. In your words, and The Shaman's, I feel, all such distinction simultaneously dissolves and re-emerges, "rippling through expression," to a song that we are asked humbly to believe in very much like the rhythm of our own lives or thoughts, leaving the reader or the initiate with truly "great perception". Anyway, that is one poem, "Music". I hope this is of some use to you. Or, at least as much use as your work is to me. Cheers, Jim
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