Restless coyote howls shatter frigid night air as white
candle flames flicker. Leaves whistle a haunting tune on
shivering branches yet tenderly rustle beneath shuffling
feet. Old year concerns slither away on scented smoke
vapor and ancestors dance joyfully. Drumbeats hearken
my mother, my father, my brother and wife; faceless
ancestors welcome and embrace with assurance that
peace and release, release and peace are possible.
That matter passes and only love remains. They urge
acceptance and understanding without hesitation. Enter
and journey the labyrinth of light and life. The touch of a
stranger’s hand, the reflection in an eye speaks of
knowing in the heart—the heart of all in one, one in all.
The throbbing pulse of Mother Earth coursing through
our veins as we join our Standing People brothers in the
wooded arena to celebrate death and rebirth, feminine and
masculine, positive and negative, the circle of life never
The released confirmed in tarot, the possibility before me
in colorful ink, step by painful liberating step, validating
my direction, my path, my connection with the universe.
I Am – Blessed Be!