It is all a view
this Life
through the cedar and the pines
I ride
the smoke tail
into the wild heart of the Mother
Nothing to do
Just ride
into the blue
And out of view
Circling back to the
dusk and the darkness
where the bones and ash sleep too
Eyes wide open
Dreaming
Praying
Remembering
The moon my lantern
The stars my guides
The sun rises
all over again
The magic is spun
until it is done
and the dawn arrives
inviting me to fly
Into the view
where the Light lives and breathes
This Life within the cedar and pine
What a View
What a View
Dreamed through at Yule gathering 2025
