\n
Spring comes into the endless circle
\nA breath of nothingness into the daylight
\nMy eyes are closed with the peaceful rest
\nOf the world before time, of the world before Motion<\/P>
\n
There is Peace in complete silence
\nThere is a oneness unbroken by thought
\nAn riverless winding
\nThrough one single, endless thought
\nWhen change is but a rumor in the mind of Creator
\nAnd breath bated,
\nHeart beating,
\nWe wait for your voice<\/P>
\n
With your breath you divide the Heavens
\nWith your voice you sing our souls into being
\nA formless separation from the wonders of union
\nWith Wakan Tanka, your spirit, you live<\/P>
\n
Remember the Beginning undefined in its beauty
\nExisting in instant,
\nIn a grand eternity of Nothing
\nAnd Everything
\nSuspended in the power of only Inyan
\nThe Rock, the Form, the Creation, the Creator<\/P>
\n
I feel again, a texture of longing
\nI see again, your eyes in the darkness
\nI breathe again, the sharpness of morning
\nI live again
\nWrapped in the soulless embrace of Creation<\/P>
\n
I know your Spirit, I see your face
\nYour selfless motion carried in the breath of morning
\nDead with the Creativity you birth through
\nWill
\nAlone<\/P>
\n
I am your offspring
\nI am the Earth your body becomes
\nI am the Sky, blue with cold blood
\nRunning in rivers that break through the skin
\nAnd the Spirit that fills me is breath in your empty shell
\nTo live as you die,
\nTo know myself
\nOnly
\nAs you can know me<\/P>
\n
Perfectly<\/P>
\n
Spring comes to the Earth in the endless circle
\nAn infinite texture broken under the strain
\nOf a beauty unblemished by the death of Beginning
\nThe motion has begun
\nLet it continue<\/P>
\n
Hoka Hey
\nLet us remember
\nEverything
\nAnd Nothing
\nInyan, the Beginning
\nHoka Hey
\nIt is so<\/P>
\n
***<\/P>
\n
author bio:<\/P><\/p>\n
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I am an 18 year old recent initiate into spiritual work. My passion is martial arts and I am a warrior at heart. Until the last couple of years, I was a dedicated Christian but never fit in with that religion. Lately, I have discovered so much including the path of the Heyoka Warrior. As a child I was part of the discovery of an Arikara villiage and remember sitting in the lodge circles and just communing with nature. Now, I am drawn to animal spirits and the Lakota culture and religion, among other things. I am a follower of Black Elk, a deviant from the traditional ways, an upholder of the Sacred, here to tear down barriers and create a clear path through the smoke. This poem expresses the duality of life and death that created this world… it is the soul of the Beginning, before identity. It is the belief that where there is life, there is also death, and where there is separation there is also unity.<\/p>\n
-Krysta No Words <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Spring comes into the endless circle A breath of nothingness into the daylight My eyes are closed with the peaceful rest Of the world before time, of the world before Motion There is Peace in complete silence There is a oneness unbroken by thought An riverless winding Through one single, endless thought When change is but a rumor in the mind of Creator And breath bated, Heart beating, We wait for your voice With your breath you divide the Heavens With your voice you sing our souls into being A formless separation from the wonders of union With Wakan Tanka, your spirit, you live Remember the Beginning undefined in its beauty Existing in instant, In a grand eternity of Nothing And Everything Suspended in the power of only Inyan The Rock, the Form, the Creation, the Creator I feel again, a texture of longing I see again, your eyes in the darkness I breathe again, the sharpness of morning I live again Wrapped in the soulless embrace of Creation I know your Spirit, I see your face Your selfless motion carried in the breath of morning Dead with the Creativity you birth through Will Alone I am your offspring I am the Earth your body becomes I am the Sky, blue with cold blood Running in rivers that break through the skin And the Spirit that fills me is breath in your empty shell To live as you die, To know myself Only As you can know me Perfectly Spring comes to the Earth in the endless circle An infinite texture broken under the strain Of a beauty unblemished by the death of Beginning The motion has begun Let it continue Hoka Hey Let us remember Everything And Nothing Inyan, the Beginning Hoka Hey It is so *** author bio: I am an 18 year old recent initiate into spiritual work. My passion is martial arts and I am a warrior at heart. Until the last couple of years, I was a dedicated Christian but never fit in with that religion. Lately, I have discovered so much including the path of the Heyoka Warrior. As a child I was part of the discovery of an Arikara villiage and remember sitting in the lodge circles and just communing with nature. Now, I am drawn to animal spirits and the Lakota culture and religion, among other things. I am a follower of Black Elk, a deviant from the traditional ways, an upholder of the Sacred, here to tear down barriers and create a clear path through the smoke. This poem expresses the duality of life and death that created this world… it is the soul of the Beginning, before identity. It is the belief that where there is life, there is also death, and where there is separation there is also unity. -Krysta No Words<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-649","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/649","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=649"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/649\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=649"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=649"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=649"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}