Dispatches From the Highway

The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives. – Souix Poet

The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives. - Souix Sioux - See more at: http://www.blackhawkproductions.com/poetrynative.htm#sthash.pCPwxODg.dpuf

I lay among the prairie grass, gazing above at purple haze – the fingers of Mother Earth reach through membranes of soil, through blade and petal….embracing me wholly; bringing my soul closer back to her with each breath. A true warrior, I evade her grasp, give thanks and rise beneath a holy sky and continue my Journey. There is plenty of honey for the next warrior. FB

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