The passerine pauses
as dawn breaks over Bella Coola,
then persues her melody in perfect pitch
while the hush of morning dew graciously mates,
with the late autumn leaves
Enchanted and mesmerized,
the clouds are captivated
by such an enthralling gesture,
as the morning sun hides in the mystic shadows
to allow Pileus time to shed a healing tear
THE SONG OF CREATION
ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANTING,
AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,
I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA
Chantele priouettes above
a turquoise haze that lingers lazily
above the sacred hill of Ballaghmore,
there she greets Jahnay with an embrace,
whispering in her ear lovingly,
yes indeed, the Love Supreme has arrived
The Northern winds shape
the moods of the mountain,
from slightly bemused to flush with joy,
and a heavenly chorus of astral contrails
provide an ecclesiastical harmony,
quite suitable for meditation on this metaphoric November morn
THE SONG OF CREATION
ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANTING,
AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,
I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA
The Origin of Eternal Conception
written upon my soul long before mother and father were born
walks with me hand in hand through the meandering meadow,
imploring me gently to discover my true name
The shadows recede
allowing the sun to reveal
the cosmic face of love everlasting,
while to the earth I submit my tithe in tears,
for as my meditation concludes,
I know my soul is finally at peace
THE SONG OF CREATION
ECHOES IN THE SHAMAN'S CHANT,
AND IN THE MIDST OF A MYSTIC DAWN,
I REST MY TIRED MIND UPON THE TENDER BREAST OF MISHA