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Seek Always~ ancient whispers

The wind did blow and the skies bowed down hearing the whispers of the earthen mother

And the mighty bear broke free from rock taking form of mass

As the swift eagle slid from the mountaintop into the vast blue.

Wolves trotted from tracks of moss to spread through forest and plain

While nimble deer bound freely from waving buffalo grass

And the words echoed far and wide:

~Live life in a way that death fear claims no power upon your heart~

~Love yourself and strive always to perfect your life~

~Burden no one in about their beliefs and respect them for their views

But stand fast and demand they respect yours~

~Respect all creatures for what they are but crawl before none~

~Keep your head high and your face to the sky~

~Make beautiful all you can in life~

~Seek always to attain that which is higher than self and live long in freedom~

~Be ever grateful for the gifts and blessings bestowed upon you~

~Claim full responsibility for your actions and tongue~

~And face each new day with thanks and hope that it may be more fulfilling than the last~

~Rest in peace as the night cloak embraces the land and know you are part of all~

~Live well~

White Wolf

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9 Responses to “ Seek Always~ ancient whispers ”

  1. Joanna Says:
    March 7th, 2013 at 5:14 am

    Beautiful poem, White Wolf.

  2. White Wolf Says:
    March 7th, 2013 at 10:04 am

    Thank you :-)

  3. Joanne Keesler Says:
    March 9th, 2013 at 6:27 pm

    This is so beautiful…I need to keep it so I can read it many times!!

  4. Raheem Says:
    March 13th, 2013 at 12:11 am

    Your an excellent poet!

  5. White Wolf Says:
    March 13th, 2013 at 8:29 am

    Why thank you :-)

  6. Julia Says:
    March 14th, 2013 at 8:05 pm

    Yes, this is beautiful. I agree, I will revisit these words often.
    Do you write more poems in winter? Have you always written poetry or is this one of your skills you have been diligent about acquiring?

  7. White Wolf Says:
    March 14th, 2013 at 8:25 pm

    I write poetry whenever it comes to me. When I was maybe around 12 winters old or so I began writing poems. I have always enjoyed the art of words and language and even though they are so limiting as a form of expression they do hold a quality that demands respect. :-)

  8. Nikki Says:
    March 18th, 2013 at 2:39 pm

    Not only is this beautifully written, but it’s wise words. I liked it a lot. :)

  9. White Wolf Says:
    March 18th, 2013 at 10:11 pm

    :-)

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