Tales of Hawk and Wolf

....spirit walking...

Tales of Hawk and Wolf

 

 

We have walked far,

you and I.

Miles of millennia in,

human or spirit form.

You, the red tail, old Hawk,

while I, the grey-black Wolf.

Along the way we,

rode white waters

from the high Sierras,

down through eroded gorges,

cascading waterfalls, down

to the salty seas.

 

We saw our images

drawn on cave walls;

made into wooden figures,

and stared at

as we played

with our grumpy old Black Bear friend.

We even sat in concert

with ancient Wei,

and Kokopeli,

as he played his flute

from atop high mesas,

while stars sang chorus

to Coyote’s cry.

 

We flew and ran along a sandy beach,

chasing Terns and waves

as years splashed by

and the 4 directions changed [;aces

with the 4 elements,

creating what Turtle called

the creation of our world.

 

As we moved through the primordial soup,

witnessed Black Bear’s death,

watched as the Skinwalker stole his life

and realized,

our world would never remain the same;

unbalanced now dictates our days.

As Wolf and Hawk,

we performed the healing dances,

drew sand prayers to Grandfather,

even to Falling Woman,

thinking the balance would return.

 

Instead

Brother Hawk and I,

now sit under the old Oak,

down by Willow Creek, thinking,

“today is a good day to die.”

As I look at the human,

sitting on the deck,

I hope he has heard our tale

and keeps our world alive.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.23.20

Author's Note

....thanks for reading...

Reviews

[Papaya]

I can see Sami really loved the poem. :)
The theme of the story here is very appealing.
Has a very native indian spiritual feel about it, one of those stories that display a wisdom that only is earned via living

[Sami Khalil]

Title and contents are amazing. I like the idea of spirit walking, of going back to roots, of seeing the natural order correctly, of returning to the original balance, of living in harmony. You walk us through all of that sir Redzone and bring us to the well of understanding. At the end of the poem, i felt some spiking hope and resignation, some peace and revelation. Marvelous write sir...

[Sami Khalil]

"we performed the healing dances,

drew sand prayers to Grandfather,

even to Falling Woman,

thinking the balance would return."

[Sami Khalil]

"We saw our images

drawn on cave walls;

made into wooden figures"

[Sami Khalil]

"We saw our images

drawn on cave walls;

made into wooden figures"