In

the finality

of its embers

 

Form

burns like

 a kindling

 

Freeing

the beginning

of all that is possible

 

Freeing

the memory

— of tomorrow’s embrace 

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Feathers and warpaint are symbolic disguises for the enemy …

Looking forward and inward, Crazy Horse was consumed by his vision as he rode into the ancestral camp of the unmarked trail. It was here that he listened for the older voices who kept council with the past.

There was no shield to protect from arrows fired from within. When shot from the heart of ancient wanderings and hitting their target, life turned into death and then life again.

The symbols of the warrior… the arrow, bow, and horse, were painted on tipi’s proud and were there to guide your spirit on its path to who you would become. The images depicted a true warrior’s journey — war being a portal —catalyzing with its deliverance the freedom of your spirit.

Death burns celebration as its kindling, renewing everything within the finality of its embers, taking you back to the beginning of all things possible, where …

The rules

the reasons

the ridicule

            and the redemption

all fade in your memory, while you become more of what you always were — and less of what the timid crave.

Unveiling your spirit

   rejoining your fathers

as your feathered bonnet and warpaint lie burning in the flames of a distant council fire.

Kurt Philip Behm: July, 2024

(From Searching For Crazy Horse)

Between a fool

and a wise man

who treads on who

Rushing forth

or holding back

many are the few

Who comes out

of the darkness first

the dolt or then the sage

One racing through  

the jungle blind

— the other in a cage

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

 

Wearing a veil

I revisit the past

Hiding from suitors

who hold to me fast

 

Muffling my words

as shadows befall

Their spirits indentured

— old feelings recalled

 

(Deamsleep: July, 2024)

 

Without me

you’re nothing

With me

— nothing more

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Dimensional slippage

conceived from without

Length, width, and height

time squared thereabout

 

Spacetime endemic

on gravity’s spire

Black Holes ill rumored

supernova inspired

 

Fourth, fifth, and sixth

but then nobody’s sure

With logic’s deception

embraced more and more

 

The system it’s flawed

in both structure and form

Pulling you into

the physicist’s norm

 

Till that day you falter

and turn from it all

When the out becomes in

— and you answer the call

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

A rainbow on my shoulder

as storm clouds lie ahead

I stop and wonder ‘why go on’

the rain beyond my tread

 

Halted from my wandering

a stillness reappears

The world to spin and trap in place

surrounding me with fear

 

My rainbow slowly dimming

its pot of gold has gone

And in its place a darkness comes

the shadows growing long

 

But far off in the distance

the sky a new portend

Calling out in vibrant hues

— to walk that way again

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

Can we ever own

anything

that won’t own us back

 

Can we ever say

anything

we’ll never retract

 

Can we dream

in the future

while freeing the past

 

Can we give

without taking

not first ever last

 

Can the reasons

become us

excuses be damned

 

Can fidelity

triumph

the truth in demand

 

When sleep

reawakens

its light shining through

 

Today and

tomorrow

— forever anew

 

(The New Room: June, 2024)

Separate — Divide

Conquer — Enslave

Tyranny’s — Song

Forever — Replayed

Reality — Stained

Foreshadowing — Long

Divinity’s — Pimp

Humanity — Gone

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

 

 

Music …

weaves through

my memory

its fusion

sublime

 

Wrapping

each vision

tight

in harmony’s

vine

 

Music …

filling

the din

 where the silences

troll

 

Each thought

 plays a note

 in a

symphony

— whole

 

(Villanova University: June, 2024)