Into the Soul - Spiritual Poetry

These poems are what arrive when I invite that "something deeper" to speak - that blessed madness that spins planets and curls toes. Feel free to share your thoughts on them. (...and thanks for all the great feedback. I don't always have time to comment back -- but know that I am most grateful!)

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Anvils and Archangels

and a soft wind
and white buffalo

invade my life
like marauders

stealing my
anvils and chains -

replace them
with butterfly wings
and winged Archangels

The place where soul
meets flesh is a
tricky place -

a shaman's open hand
to a rising sun

the only
true sign
of contact


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