The Lost Reflection

The Lost Reflection

Walls built from our fearwe called it progress and power,but truth lay outside. Few dare to look out,where silence holds the mirrorthe self waits beneath. Courage turns us back,to whisper what we once knewthe world must be whole. Before memory, before even the sky had...
Walking with Medicine

Walking with Medicine

Spirit asks only this: Do not hoard the medicine, but carry it gently in our bones, and share it through a quiet way of being. When we enter into a ceremony, we do so with trembling hearts and open hands. We come as seekers, carrying the weight of our wounds and the...
A River Between

A River Between

A River Between One sees only fire,the other, a hearth aglow.Same flame, different eyes.What we fear or praisedepends on the gaze we cast.The water holds both. Two stand apart, facing one another, as if looking into a mirror. They are rooted in their own perception...
Author: Nate Long