For most of my life I have been a loner and observer of people and nature. This brought me to explore the ideas and practices of the earth religions. Fortunately, I have had the opportunity to travel to many of the sacred places and ruins in North America and Europe. The personal truths I have found I express through the art and writings I have posted here. I hope you enjoy them, and I thank you for visiting my page!      

Spiritual Energy


Imagination helps us see beyond what is known…
It helps us create…
Just as inventions of earthly need come through this
so the path to spiritual expansion can also be revealed


The understanding that both the physical and spiritual planes
Are within our capabilities of understanding and personal manifestations
Lends us to recognize how important we all are in the scheme of things


By taking the time to explore our many aspects of being
We gain a better insight of how we and all things are connected


When the energy of life enters a vessel
It becomes animated and grows…
When this same energy leaves
The vessel is empty and still…
A process we call life and death


As our bodies return to the separate elements from which they came…
So does the energy of life return to the source of its being…
Some call this “God”
I like the terms “Spirit Energy” or “Universal Energy”



What ever term we choose,
The fact that it exists within and around us
Is undeniable…
A fact worth exploring while we are here.

The sweat of many stains these stones…
Passions echo within these walls…
Finger prints still visible in the mortar
Of those whose names are lost to time


Thousands have climbed these narrow steps
To bravely kiss the Blarney Stone…
A ritual that’s still performed
To achieve the eloquence of speech


But the ancient words are left unheard
Their secrets hang in veiled thought
That rise as mist across this land
In symbols of the Celtic heart

Native Star


He shall cause echoes in this sacred land
That will rise in colors and imbed themselves in the stone.


He shall cause thought to hang
Above each head in a mystic mist
That will settle soft upon his children
As the prophesy is fulfilled.


He is brother to the changing rock
That wind and rain does carve…
That melts into the cracks of earth
And raises the land beneath their feet.


His tears upon the grazing grass
Will bring the feast for the buffalos return.


His pounding heart… the drum they’ll hear
To stir their blood
So they will rise in dance of old
Bringing honor to the spirits there.

Wolf Spirit 

 
Wolf spirit howls…
And the flute of man answers…
"Become me” taunts wolf spirit
And man falls on all fours

“Follow me” beckons wolf spirit…
And man begins to run…

“See through my eyes…
Feel my blood…
Taste my scents” offers wolf spirit
And man heeds…

The flute has been played
And so… man howls.