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Eagle Dancers
By Morri Namasté
Slowly the drums
share their breaths
as the sun laid down it’s head
on the hills
glistening with hues of gold.
A rhythmic
pounding, beating, beckoning and
surrounding
As the eagle dancers moved with
grace and courage so bold.
Focused they
danced as if transfixed in some
trance
as they called to the spirit
life around.
The crackling of the fire as the
smoke rose higher and higher
spreading gently like a
whispering sound.
I walk in light.
I walk in light.
Around the edges of the Earth.
Wearing my eagle feather as I
fly.
Wearing my eagle feather as I
fly.
I walk in light. I walk in
light.
Around the edges of the Earth.
The dancers
twirled about with their wings
stretched out
like eagles flying high from
within.
Capturing the spirit of bravery
and courage
they soared away on the breath
of the wind.
Higher and higher matching the
smoke from the fire
they soared as the sun gave way
to the moon.
To the far reaches of space they
flew keeping pace
in hopes of returning home soon.
Greeting
By Morri Namasté
She first paid
visit sometime during the night
during my youth.
Whispering sweetly her song of
mystery, of love.
Awakened to find myself alone –
but not really.
Pulled back into sleep left
waiting, wanting, intrigued.
She laid claim to
my very being that night.
I neither knew her name nor what
she looked like.
Just a sense of an energy, a
spirit, a presence.
Did she need me as I needed her,
I wondered?
I’d forgotten
until many years later when I
again heard her call.
Touching something deep inside
of me, awakened yet still
asleep.
I heard her song and it became
my life.
Humming her melody softly, the
notes pouring forth like rain,
whetting my appetite for more.
At last we met,
for real, at a strange and
unpredictable moment.
She called. I answered. She
asked. I agreed.
She waited. I took my time.
She knew. I feared.
I remembered and it was all
good.
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