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Orenda

DSCN0579     Orenda

My Grandmother Wilber would tell us about the magic of Woodstock called Orenda.   I learned that it was a belief of the native Iroquois who lived in the Catskill Mts. of New York.   Orenda is believed to be a supernatural force, present in varying degrees, in all objects, animals and persons .  Early settlers of Woodstock soon called it “the magic of Woodstock”.  This attracted artists, writers, musicians and many other talented people who believed being or living in Woodstock would increase their artistic ability.   Thus Woodstock became the first official artist colony founded in America in 1906.

The inspiration for this poem happened to me as a child in Woodstock.  Photo taken in Stevensville, Montana 2010

Orenda

Beneath the granite the old Indian chants.
His voice can be heard on the winds
Serenading the Catskills any day or night.

Orenda
My Grandmother called the wind voices.

Orenda
Alive in the whisper of trees dancing in the sunlight.
In the breath of an Iroquois breeze.

Orenda
Is said to be the magic of the earth turning
In spite of man’s afflicted need
To break the light of atoms in war.

Of men
Unable to hear a green mind speak.

I lost my heart to Orenda the night I saw a deer,
Blinded by poachers’ lights, murdered for money.
Its spirit rose from the shape of it’s death

And spoke to me.

“Power is not what men think.”

If you decide to walk the Catskills
In the morning mist, you too may hear
The collected thoughts of Iroquois souls never deceived

By the blood of politics or the plagues of greed.

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Whispered Light

Photo taken by her father
Scott Tucker in 2008 at dawn in Daytona Beach, FL

Whispered Light

Born in the shape
Of infinity
Comes time…
A whisper on the wind
Searching the universe
For you, for me.

Quietly
Time slips on by
Landscapes
Called minds
And circles round
Beams of thought
While reaching past
Earth made days
And starry nights.

Time comes home
Alive in crystal spheres
Of light
Where, beyond the worlds
Of beings,
Time sees a different view
Of you, of me.

Infinity…

And when I’m lost
In rules and manly
Measurements,
When I forget
Life is more than
What it is I’m being;
Time sends to me
A whispered light
And infinity catches me
Seeing clearly.

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