Dreaming Silences

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Silences beneath
a mass of swirling gray
ensconcing the biting,
soon numb cerebral
dance- -neurons
bursting in slow motion- –
faded memories
of your warmth
manifest still-shot images
borrowed from the silences
of time apart.  Those almost
images- -almost warmth
to tuck into

Wishing beyond
these cold dreams
flowing sideways
from my lips- -syllables,
broken arrows
caught in my throat- –
I need for needs sake
to know- -to feel,
how to feel in the reeling
without your warmth
in which to awaken- -to
wake the silences without
shattering the silence
I crave- -and crave you
screaming in whispers.

“The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.”
                                                                                                              Leonardo da Vinci.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby. 

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Circular Motion

Between Mount Elbert and Mount Massive.

 

            “The clearest way into the universe
            is through a forest wilderness.”
                                                   John Muir.

Circular heart
circular motion- -unwind
– -life- –
infinite lessons we left behind
circular patterns
in spiral whirlwind thunder
circles of thought
circles of mind
one mindset- –Earth
don’t mind the deviations
a body takes at Dreamtime
circadian cycles ticking- –
circular motion- -unwind
                 We were busy
                 collecting rainbows
                 in jars- -filling
                 our pockets with sunshine- –
                 dreams and emotion
                 deviations the mind
                 and heart take
                 in the spiral whirlwind thunder
                 – -life- –
                 soul’s circular haven
                 a womb of gold dust cobwebs
                 mind- – heart
                 love’s circular spiral
                 a coiled spring unwinding
                 spins them- -sends them
                 both mind and heart
                 side trekking the whirlwind thunder
                 of life- –
                 soul’s circular haven
                 a locked door
                 circular love in life cycles
                 never-ending, this circular motion
                 a potion for madness
                 – -for light
                 darkness is indifferent
                 when hearts unwind
                 find the key- –
                 infinite lessons
                 we left behind
                 in spiral whirlwind thunder
                 beneath the pillow at Dreamtime

           “You should study not only that you
           become a mother when your child is
           born, but also that you become a child.”
                                                         Dogen.

We listened to Eric Clapton, .38 Special, Carlos Santana, Trudell, and the FIXX while thinking how great the world was, after all we were in it together.  We had a lot for parents so young, too young.  We had each other and we had love.  You made our lives easy on $3.50 an hour.  We learned about cloth diapers, survival, and the proper way to load our backpacks, but keeping them under forty pounds was impossible, but you always brought the beer.  Yes, our chosen trails were narrow and steep.  We climbed them, eager to make camp and enjoy the solitude.  How two kids could enjoy such a life, I don’t know, but they did.  You made our memories.  The four of us were not just a family, but a team and happily growing up together.  We always thought a lifetime meant forever.  Who knew it would turn out to be only fourteen years.  The other sixteen we’ve spent apart, although still together at heart.  How was I to know they would grow up and leave me behind.  Even as grown men they still need us.

           “Ah, but I was so much older then; I’m
           I’m younger than that now.”
                                                        Bob Dylan.

I still love it.

  

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Family Photographs Property of Suzie Ashby.  All Rights Reserved.

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Children of The Setting Sun

            “Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking.”
                                                              Black Elk, Oglala Sioux, 1863-1950.

 

It’s an ancestral rebirth through us- –
children of the setting sun. 
– -Time, a laughter in the night
carries teaching voices in dreams.
Years fly- -laden
with the salt of their tears
– -sweat- -pain- -love,
again- -again time laughs
at the lost, losing what is lost
and our struggle to bring it back.
We wont forget- -despite time,
cannot, will not forget
the telling and retelling of old ways,
ancestral teachings- -stance- -day by day
oral traditions say we can- -we will- –
we are the travelers- -the bringers
and carriers of knowledge.  Still
we hear those days- -ancestral
songs thrum in our hearts- -veins,
heads and hands.  We see
them dance.  Deep in our hearts
we see their shadows working,
playing- -hunting- -living life,
giving life, making life the best way
– -in our deep forest souls, we see.
Our blood is their pulse.
We carry on for them- -have to.
We- -the ancestral vessels
sway their way- -to their beat.
Our souls rise up- -dancing
fingers of mist rising- -rising
from winter’s river- -gently
comes the night mist rising
drifting in time with time- –
through time, all the while
laughing back at it.  Swiftly
running the length of our lives
we grasp their arrows of strength,
baskets of corn- -like robes
for comfort, and berries plump- –
ripe with knowledge
our life’s pledge to complete the circle
on and on- -endless spiral- -life.
We know their fate is not
to be discounted, unattended- –
lost in time, but to be forever
reborn with pride- -through us,
Children of the setting sun.
We carry them full circle- –
each of us, one by one
to a new beginning- –
a spiraling eternal light
silencing the laughter of time.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

 

            “What is gained from our inner nature is exact
               knowledge, which gives us a far-reaching outlook
               Over the earth.  The many powers of inner nature
               are hidden in everyone, and those are identified
               with Wakan-Tanka.”
                                                                Blue Thunder, Teton Sioux.