Freeing My Spirit

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 10 Jan 2021
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Once I meditated on the American Indian way.

This poem is dedicated to that peaceful time in my life.

 

 

Storms send out their chant wrapping soul in

thought so peaceful this winter...yet as active

as flames from fire guiding my way, I think of

reaching out with delicate butterfly wings in

summer, not enshrined, but weaving through

days so distant...whispers hardly audible,

 

cast my eyes upon threads of perception;

treading through assortment of mind tunnels,

an eagle's journey sparking memories of hearing

distant flutes, drums and those passionate friends.

 

Now! Aging sleepy eyelids entice me into dreams,

once days filled with many roads to travel; energy

gathers me up like free flowing water carrying my

spirit by means of visions, nourishment of an

innocence undemanding,

 

puffs of wind sometimes sweeping in direction of woods

and forest, busy massaging wrinkled standing bark...as

breezes are unaware of my presence. Hearing hoot of owl

as moonbeams compel night creatures to tread their own

personal paths, while brushing through grass so green,

I too in dimpled wonder free my spirit once again.

 

 

Pixabay free image.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Lovely meditation Jenny! Sounds a lot like camping in the wild in nature! And beautiful poetery definitely inspired. Someone told me the medicine-doctor (sjaman) took an aloe's juice to see visions it is an hallucigen. Like magic mushrooms but more potent.

Keep well! Tom Brown

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tom,

glad you could identify with my poem. In the early 1990s I followed the American Indian traditions having got to know a real American Indian named Spotted Eagle. It was during this time that I started to practice deep meditation and learning the art of traveling through visions, it's a bit like dreaming, but you're earthly body is aware, while the spirit can take the form of anything, whether it be water, air, fire or some other form like a bird. I tried to get across the many ways of travel in this poem.

I think it's important to have some form of escape during this pandemic and time of lock down. The poem means a lot to me, so many thanks for reading and your input.

Oh! By the way, it's important to point out that this travel isn't by any form of drug, just a good grasp on good old imagination. Thanks again and you keep well too.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

It is real, the visions sound just like astral body travel one must be very careful though .. . .. actually not such a good idea.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi again Tom,

it's always worked for me and I find it so inspiring.

Nice talking with you.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Just a bit worried of my answer people might understand me wrong. You know, the "dream" is real not the content. Like when I have a dream a nightmare the dream is real, it was a dream it's gone. Or watching my favourite Paddington Bear episode on the TV. He's not really there I'm actually looking at the TV.

Stupid but I don't want to encourage people to do very foolish things kids especially can fall into such a trap and end up believing the wierdest things.

See you then Jenny! It is clear you did understand me right.

Let's give someone else a chance! Tom Brown

 

Submitted by marandina on

Love the image of an eagle flying. Synonymous with North America.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

isn't the eagle so beautiful and majestic? It's wonderful this bird is given freedom, knowing it's protected and not allowed to be hunted, makes it even more special. A proud bird indeed.

Thank you for reading my poem and leaving a comment, much appreciated.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Hades502 on

I always enjoy when you write about nature. You are quite good at it.

GGHades502

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there GGHades502,

I do love to write about nature, it's so inspiring. Your comment gives me hope.

Many thanks.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi jenny

This might have been written by Sitting Bull himself. I have written some of his thoughts written down by others, and this reminds me very much of that. 

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

what an amazing comment, I'm honoured that you should think this poem is similar to Sitting Bull's writings. I have so much respect for the American Indians.

Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny.