posted by K Carter Steeves
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
To Breath is to Live
posted by K Carter Steeves
A Pipe Carrier myself three children four other women gather in a circle around the fire bowl.e are inside a Sweat Lodge.We smile, we sit in grateful silence, and reverence to all creation.The morning has just broken,the air clear,crisp and its essence fills me with vitality.Crawling into the circle we were laughing at the children's questions this is their first Sweat.We do not talk.The Pipe-Carrier asks the door keeper to wait there is going to be time for a lesson before he brings in the fire rocks.
"GREAT SPIRIT! is air.Her eyes are closed her voice is monotone.She looks deep with in as if her words are coming from another realm."GREAT SPIRIT is air given to earth given to us freely.We commune with Great Spirit with this Pipe.The bowl is woman the stem is man.Male and female is within all things.Sometimes visible sometimes not known.This tobacco is a gift to Mother Earth it is a gift to us given by Great Spirit freely. We talk with Great Spirit as we pray and celebrate the Sweat leaves what is past behind as we smoke the pipe.Here we are one with Mother Earth and Great Spirit.All we have comes from Mother Earth we give thanks here today.As we smoke this pipe we are one in Spirit the smoke is passing this tobacco gift of prayer,so are our lives passing here in Spirit on our earth walk.We are given to this earth freely into this world of illusions then we pass away into the Great Mystery back to Great Spirit with our ancestors.This is all we have been, all we are and all we are becoming.The eight pathways of the medicine wheel.
The smoke is filled with our intentions,our prayers.Intentions is the lightening rod to Great Spirit.If your intentions are poor so are your prayers.Your life will speak for you.
The children were now silent, hanging their ears on her every word.She then asked the doorkeeper to bring in five Grandfather rocks from the fire.He slid the pitchfork out over the earth through the door setting each one in its proper place very gently and closed the door.
We sat in darkness, the Great Mrstery.
A Pipe Carrier myself three children four other women gather in a circle around the fire bowl.e are inside a Sweat Lodge.We smile, we sit in grateful silence, and reverence to all creation.The morning has just broken,the air clear,crisp and its essence fills me with vitality.Crawling into the circle we were laughing at the children's questions this is their first Sweat.We do not talk.The Pipe-Carrier asks the door keeper to wait there is going to be time for a lesson before he brings in the fire rocks.
"GREAT SPIRIT! is air.Her eyes are closed her voice is monotone.She looks deep with in as if her words are coming from another realm."GREAT SPIRIT is air given to earth given to us freely.We commune with Great Spirit with this Pipe.The bowl is woman the stem is man.Male and female is within all things.Sometimes visible sometimes not known.This tobacco is a gift to Mother Earth it is a gift to us given by Great Spirit freely. We talk with Great Spirit as we pray and celebrate the Sweat leaves what is past behind as we smoke the pipe.Here we are one with Mother Earth and Great Spirit.All we have comes from Mother Earth we give thanks here today.As we smoke this pipe we are one in Spirit the smoke is passing this tobacco gift of prayer,so are our lives passing here in Spirit on our earth walk.We are given to this earth freely into this world of illusions then we pass away into the Great Mystery back to Great Spirit with our ancestors.This is all we have been, all we are and all we are becoming.The eight pathways of the medicine wheel.
The smoke is filled with our intentions,our prayers.Intentions is the lightening rod to Great Spirit.If your intentions are poor so are your prayers.Your life will speak for you.
The children were now silent, hanging their ears on her every word.She then asked the doorkeeper to bring in five Grandfather rocks from the fire.He slid the pitchfork out over the earth through the door setting each one in its proper place very gently and closed the door.
We sat in darkness, the Great Mrstery.
Eastern Star Way
posted by K Carter Steeves
After the Sweat Lodge I was ready to join into the dancing and drumming.My friend had sewed me a Grandmother Ribbon Dress.I am honoured in my heart each time I wear it,to respect my ancestors,the four directions and all those who love me.Sometimes it only takes one single event to awaken a truth that was there all the time.For most of us it is a gradual process that unfolds by flashes of understanding,temperance,clues and strength.That is how it has been for me.Here at my first POW WOW I saw and felt an ancient Spiritual Way of Life, not a sermon ,not an order of requirements,not a race for the pulpit,nor a picture of a Jewish sacrifice.This ancient tribal way em brassed me in vitality from Mother Earth and the Sacredness of dimensions in Father Sky.I felt the terror of Grandmother Moons Mercifulness and the energising web of Grandfather Sun.My rebirth set in motion My ability to focus,gentle gathering information to make my own decisions,set my own visions own my feelings and harness the energy of my medicine seeing my efforts go out into the Universe and return to me.The living cycles of life came into being and I began to flourish in ways that made sense to me and made me very passionate about my life and still to this day.
Now I know what all those people were doing in the 70"s going off to India and it was right here in my own back yard.We are healed we are enlightened in Gods time not ours and for the times we live in .
Nameste`
After the Sweat Lodge I was ready to join into the dancing and drumming.My friend had sewed me a Grandmother Ribbon Dress.I am honoured in my heart each time I wear it,to respect my ancestors,the four directions and all those who love me.Sometimes it only takes one single event to awaken a truth that was there all the time.For most of us it is a gradual process that unfolds by flashes of understanding,temperance,clues and strength.That is how it has been for me.Here at my first POW WOW I saw and felt an ancient Spiritual Way of Life, not a sermon ,not an order of requirements,not a race for the pulpit,nor a picture of a Jewish sacrifice.This ancient tribal way em brassed me in vitality from Mother Earth and the Sacredness of dimensions in Father Sky.I felt the terror of Grandmother Moons Mercifulness and the energising web of Grandfather Sun.My rebirth set in motion My ability to focus,gentle gathering information to make my own decisions,set my own visions own my feelings and harness the energy of my medicine seeing my efforts go out into the Universe and return to me.The living cycles of life came into being and I began to flourish in ways that made sense to me and made me very passionate about my life and still to this day.
Now I know what all those people were doing in the 70"s going off to India and it was right here in my own back yard.We are healed we are enlightened in Gods time not ours and for the times we live in .
Nameste`
Stars
posted by K Carter Steeves
Would that I could lay your strength
Like a cloak here surround me
Feel your tender thoughts flow through me
Embrace the light of Oneness
Our hearts speaking to the stillness
Mirrors in a Universe, Creators Grace
Unfurled upon the World
Would that I could lay your strength
Like a cloak here surround me
Feel your tender thoughts flow through me
Embrace the light of Oneness
Our hearts speaking to the stillness
Mirrors in a Universe, Creators Grace
Unfurled upon the World
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
mindfulness
posted by K Carter Steeves
No matter how much it is used a priceless treasure can never deterioriate
No matter how much it is used a priceless treasure can never deterioriate
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Home
posted by K Carter Steeves
Home
Home is where music flows from the four corners of the earth
It is where windows filter sun all day
So the smile on your face can be seen down the hall or across the room
Home is where a loaf of bread is open to the hunger of all who enter
There there is always another pea for the pot for we work to make it so
Here laughter is water to the soul for we know we are home and here we are happy
Home
Home is where music flows from the four corners of the earth
It is where windows filter sun all day
So the smile on your face can be seen down the hall or across the room
Home is where a loaf of bread is open to the hunger of all who enter
There there is always another pea for the pot for we work to make it so
Here laughter is water to the soul for we know we are home and here we are happy
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Faeries in My Heart
posted by K Carter Steeves
You've placed Faeries in my heart
would you could know how much I love
you may be the only one
my time here with you is like the setting sun
facing loves facing past
is it deep enough to last
Tis newly blossomed feeling opens
no promise of self lost here
the seeds were ready to burst forth seems lonely lonely lonely
yet you are oh so near
my heart unwinds
and oh so far away
In every way I pray to say what is real what is true
Spirit sacred bless the time I spend with you
For you have placed Faeries in my heart
You've placed Faeries in my heart
would you could know how much I love
you may be the only one
my time here with you is like the setting sun
facing loves facing past
is it deep enough to last
Tis newly blossomed feeling opens
no promise of self lost here
the seeds were ready to burst forth seems lonely lonely lonely
yet you are oh so near
my heart unwinds
and oh so far away
In every way I pray to say what is real what is true
Spirit sacred bless the time I spend with you
For you have placed Faeries in my heart
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Choclate
posted by K Carter Steeves
Chocolate
Lying await in my cupboard
open cold flat here in my palm
a rich maestro of delight
gentle flowing earthy
filling my senses
far from the dark cold night
chocolate my friend let me love thee
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Joe's Song
posted by K Carter Steeves
Behind your staring eyes
There is a pathway to heaven
Dead loves that have
never died for you
still keep you here.
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together
Behind your eyes
There is a pathway to life
That tells you what you gave
Returns and what has died must be reborn
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together
Behind your eyes
A heart that is wild
With love is growing
Placed there by the keeper of the dawn
Nourished and betrayed, but opening still
To all you thought was wrong
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together.
Behind your staring eyes
There is a pathway to heaven
Dead loves that have
never died for you
still keep you here.
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together
Behind your eyes
There is a pathway to life
That tells you what you gave
Returns and what has died must be reborn
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together
Behind your eyes
A heart that is wild
With love is growing
Placed there by the keeper of the dawn
Nourished and betrayed, but opening still
To all you thought was wrong
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together.
Thought
posted by K Carter Steeves
Its one of those snowy late afternoons,forlorn with threats of deep snow coming in over the already white flanked lake.A deep wind is howling off over the winded waters,pelting south east.
I'm sipping my tea,curled into a fleece comforter while the fire blazes here into my gaze still missing my all to busy life in the big city. I'm not feeling any regrets about leaving I feel stronger and more confident its the proper way to go.A simpler life style more engaged in natural beauty is what I want.The rural life.
I simply felt a brighter shine somehow when all the glam of the city was around me.Adapting to the beauty here is a subtle internal shift that Yeats understood about the rural people of Ireland.Reading here now in front of the fire makes it all seem so clear.The joy I feel here is in my soul and will be here for eternity.This lake, fields, and sky light up a kind of confusion and flatness I feel at this time in my life.Aging can lack inspiration
Today in the threat of storm I write because I love to write,to keep alive my talent to write and practice my craft,to keep alive communication with the Universe.
I like to put pen to paper pencil to pages to see the lead flow out over the white page into letters and form words they are so important.I love to learn.I love to make the pictures come into being with words then furl off into the mind of another and to the Universal Oneness.
In the beginning was the word and the word was made flesh.As I sit here now this word/spirit is known in me.I am that I am.
Blessings
Its one of those snowy late afternoons,forlorn with threats of deep snow coming in over the already white flanked lake.A deep wind is howling off over the winded waters,pelting south east.
I'm sipping my tea,curled into a fleece comforter while the fire blazes here into my gaze still missing my all to busy life in the big city. I'm not feeling any regrets about leaving I feel stronger and more confident its the proper way to go.A simpler life style more engaged in natural beauty is what I want.The rural life.
I simply felt a brighter shine somehow when all the glam of the city was around me.Adapting to the beauty here is a subtle internal shift that Yeats understood about the rural people of Ireland.Reading here now in front of the fire makes it all seem so clear.The joy I feel here is in my soul and will be here for eternity.This lake, fields, and sky light up a kind of confusion and flatness I feel at this time in my life.Aging can lack inspiration
Today in the threat of storm I write because I love to write,to keep alive my talent to write and practice my craft,to keep alive communication with the Universe.
I like to put pen to paper pencil to pages to see the lead flow out over the white page into letters and form words they are so important.I love to learn.I love to make the pictures come into being with words then furl off into the mind of another and to the Universal Oneness.
In the beginning was the word and the word was made flesh.As I sit here now this word/spirit is known in me.I am that I am.
Blessings
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Metaphisical Discoveries
posted by K Carter Steeves
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
stars out over the water
I will be part of you
stars out over clouds
I will be part of you
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
stars out over the water
I will be part of you
stars out over clouds
I will be part of you
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
Weave me a basket
posted by K Carter Steeves
can you see the mirrors of my sin
your eyes say you are a friend
the way opens when we give all remember
there is greater than we here
so gather near
can you weave me a basket to put my hope in?
We are healing the earth
set the world free
the only shackle here is past
be free, be free, be free
can you see the mirrors of my sin
your eyes say you are a friend
the way opens when we give all remember
there is greater than we here
so gather near
can you weave me a basket to put my hope in?
We are healing the earth
set the world free
the only shackle here is past
be free, be free, be free
Schooling
posted by K Carter Steeves
Universities are trembling
Promoting commerical fame without end
From sentence to sentance plod the minds of women and men
The fine content to snore
a grant, a foundation
a lamp, drawer
Their dignity flicker out
lite waves billowing out to sea
Children leve not knowing
the mind of manageability
Trees are being slautered
like men of yore
arth's beauty changed, utterly poor
lessons gleaned through a blank gaze
Forests pitiless as the sun's craze
Schooling is ore for another year
My heart reveals this sad intimacey
This sacred time of yearning,learning
Here blossoms a daughter of poetry
This sacred time of living at University.
Universities are trembling
Promoting commerical fame without end
From sentence to sentance plod the minds of women and men
The fine content to snore
a grant, a foundation
a lamp, drawer
Their dignity flicker out
lite waves billowing out to sea
Children leve not knowing
the mind of manageability
Trees are being slautered
like men of yore
arth's beauty changed, utterly poor
lessons gleaned through a blank gaze
Forests pitiless as the sun's craze
Schooling is ore for another year
My heart reveals this sad intimacey
This sacred time of yearning,learning
Here blossoms a daughter of poetry
This sacred time of living at University.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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