O lucky us - really - at least we still have a forum with hopefully all the old faces coming back - And for us old farts, ah a new learning curve we need all the help we can get to keep us out of our ruts ! ---------------------------- We enhance the quality of Existence We fulfill our potential in a manner beneficial to All We seek Full Awareness, Total Cooperation and Complete Union with our GodSelf Surrounded by Love........ Mind Creates the concept Full of Love....................Desire provides the motivation Channels of Love.............Doing is the test One with Love Life is an opportunity and becomes what you make of it May the Light of Love ever Guide your Way Grow on ... Enjoy ! Peace Blessings Love oldwolf nomadhermit@hotmail.com Waysharer@yahoo.com
Always good to hear from you oldwolf wishing you well Song of the Hollow Why did you come here Aireal asked again That was the second time so this I gave some thought This can only be answered in reflection I conclude The summer solstice five lives touched mine And the hollow welcomed us all She watched us gather that dead wood “Over our heads” I said “arms extended” Cornelius’s trick the best way to carry a log But it made Joe sick Alas! He is human He is alive He is me Young wolf kept the pace Young and proud of 24 years Proud of the Hollow Proud of his father Destined to change this world Moving Cloud may have gathered more wood than all of us Quiet Alone She would disappear into the trees When we could not hear the frogs’ song She stayed behind and asked them why And they answered Oldwolf always working his machines On his tractor Under his straw hat He cleared us a path and mowed the meadow The old farmer he never got to be Not yet Lying in the grass Moving Cloud spoke to me And I understood Aireal soon joined us Than Young wolf and Joe Best friends they are We all shared our stories Aireal entranced us As always Oldwolf broke that trance when the tractor met the old truck Up jumped Joe to save him But no worries here Oldwolf is too old a fool He knows too many tricks Under the gruff of his round face There are no worries Only the wrinkles of his smile There were no heavy hearts in the hollow She watched And she knew this We could feel her cries of joy Welcome! Welcome home! Young wolf made the fire Tribal council style He read it in a book Aireal and Oldwolf teased We all joined in Moving Cloud stepped in to keep the fire lit She had no book We teased We loved him Moving Cloud played her fiddle Joe sang an Irish shanty Off key A slight shake in his voice I will always remember his song In my darkest hours Me and Young wolf danced a jig We spun each other until we could not stand We laughed Moving Cloud could play that fiddle! We talked under a red sky And she listened Later, Moving Cloud introduced me to her fiddle Long have I waited to make those first sounds She absorbed those sounds Stored them away for another day When all is quiet And everyone gone Maybe she will bring them out Along with our laughter And whisper this on an eastern wind To reach us in our own space And remind us She will always be there Some day I will return and play that hollow a song And kiss those five souls that shared the summer solstice with me Then I will know why I came
-O lucky us - really - at least we still have a forum with hopefully all the old faces coming back - And for us old farts, ah a new learning curve we need all the help we can get to keep us out of our ruts !- Hey oldwolf, I think I kept going straight at the learning curve! peace and Love Ron
