Wailing Sand

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I hear Wind
She gives
Voice to sand
Wailing mantra
Sparking current
Friction sowing
All ancestors
Weeping in
Blowing sand
Guabancex
Singing wild
Calls Huracan
Merging
Spiral song
Guatauva
New joy
Wind sings
Her prayer
An ecstasy
Cleansing
With gratitude
The pure
Coatrischie
Self Offering
Washes tears
Prayer restored
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Agawela…09.07.2017
ⓒBearspawprint2017

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ANOTHER LETTER OF WARNING AND GRATITUDE FROM AGAWELA

ANOTHER LETTER OF WARNING AND GRATITUDE FROM AGAWELA
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I am truly grateful for honesty.

Courage is required to face one’s self, and those whom you carry in your heart, without disguise.

Deceit is the most hurtful of betrayals.

Backstabbing and gossip and innuendo and pseudo-insights fueled by misunderstanding and half-truths can cause permanent harm of unknown magnitude through unknown generations.

Betrayal of confidence and trust can cause irreparable harm of unknown magnitude through unknown generations.

Pretending virtue, pretending to pray, doing the motions of rituals without true good intent can open the way for malignant forces and malicious entities to become part of your sphere. This can be a damaging influence, not only on your own life, but on those for whom you truly care —- If you are capable of love, what can cause more grief than to harm the innocents whom you truly care for? False intent can manifest as illness, physical damage in an accident of seemingly unknown cause, or shame, grief, and pain in the heart of the innocent one. Not knowing the why of how they feel, they can become self destructive. Please be of true good intent in all of your actions. If you say you are praying, if you are acting out the outward motions … do PRAY.

I am grateful for those who are whole with themselves and honest with the universe.

I am grateful, also, for the harsh lessons learned through painfully resolved deceit, knowing that some things will never be comfortably resolved. I know that ongoing deceit causes wounds which cannot heal, with unknown repercussions generating sadness as an essence. I also know that deceit can be resolved with honestly facing the deceit and its causes, this also causes wounds, but these wounds, though scarring, can heal.

Thank you for all that you have done.

Thank you. I thank you all.
Agawela
09.01.2017 ⓒBearspawprint2017

“The truth shall set you free. But first it will piss you off.” Gloria Steinem

MYSTERY OF THE NINE EIGHTHS PIE

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Yesterday, I made a pie.

I cut the pie into quarters, intending for Roy to get one half and Corky to get one half.

When cleaning up, later in the evening, I looked at the pie. There were one quarter and one eighth slices left.

They each said they did NOT make any additional cuts or slices to the pie. Roy told me he had eaten least half.
Corky told me he ate one quarter.

How can that be?

In the morning, Corky ate all that was left.

I am pretty sure I made a pie with only four quarters, not a pie with nine eighths.

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Agawela August 14, 2017
ⓒBearspawprint2017

THE DEVIL OF FAR AWAY

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I LIVE WITHIN THE LONGING THAT ASKS THE QUESTION WITH NO ANSWER.
TAUNTING AND UNTOUCHABLE, IS THE MAGNETIC HEART OF A PERFECTLY LOVEABLE MONSTER.
HE WEEPS IN ANGUISH THAT COMPASSION REQUIRES TOO MUCH.
HIS SORROW IS ENDLESS FOR HE WILL NEVER KNOW THE PAIN OF ANOTHER.
BEREFT OF EMPATHY, LOST IN THE WORDS OF LOVE, HE ANCHORS IMPULSE IN DOGMA.
I DREAM FOR MY BELOVED THE INFINITE TANGLED COMPLICATIONS OF UNDERSTANDING.
YET HE IS PURE IN HIS IRRITATED INDIFFERENCE, HIS TEARS DRIFT IN THE VOID.
HE MOCKS ME FOR MY QUESTIONS THOUGH I KNOW THE ANSWERS CAN ONLY BE APPROACHED.
IN HIS INNOCENCE HE ASKS WHERE AM I LEADING IN MY SPIRALING
I SAY ALL PATHS LEAD TO THE HEART. ALL PATHS LEAD TO ONE.
HE IS SECURE KNOWING THAT OF ALL THE MANY ONES HE IS THE ONE CHOSEN.
HE IS THE DEVIL OF FAR AWAY, COMPLETELY LOVED.
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Agawela … 04.05.2017
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Swallow What You Must

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I stood in the doorway
Foot raised to cross
The bedroom threshold
Your broad shoulders
Filled the space
As you stepped forward
Raising your beautiful arms
Not to put them around me
Nor to accept an embrace
But only to force me
By courtesy to step back
Yet I did not step aside
Instead raising the
Water Blessing
You took and drank
Ingesting unmindfully
Returning the glass
Irritation radiating
Communion reaching
Behind yourself
You shut the bedroom door
And step forward
Again the message clear
Turning I moved aside
Water Blessing transmuted
Funereal Tear Cup
Refilling the empty
Blessing portion
Now become the
Woman’s Salt Sea
I drank my half moon
Tide change
Howling a lullaby named
Anguish to no one
The lyrics all
Told in stories
And the songs all sung
To children grown
From the darkness
Persecuted coyotes echo
My useless cries
I have refilled
Water Blessing
In the new dawn
You will swallow
What you must
And I shall drink
With gratitude
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Agawela … 03.22.2017
ⓒBearspawprint2017

Half-Moon

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Poised between,
We live in
Tension,
Balanced
In a moment.
All breath
Is a choice.
Every choice,
A decision.
Every decision,
Forever,
Irrevocable.
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Agawela … 03.21.2017
ⓒBearspawprint2017
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