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1. Night Games

Coyote's flute echoes on the canyon walls
while Koshare plays night games.

Coyote's flute echoes on the canyon walls
while Koshare plays night games.
(с)мотреть SandRaven Gallery by Neely Stewart
Sometimes I wish
that something as elusive as wisdom
could be kept in a jar
and easily found when needed.
Coyote steals the sun
and the world turns cold.
Will Coyote's tricks lead to disaster?
Turtle, with his bright shell,
dances to the golden sun.
A summer evening falls,
the fireflies come out to dance.
Bobcat spars with them,
dancing in the setting sun.
The fire of a dying sun
lights up the canyon.
The wind, the pounding of a strong heart,
the brilliant colors of a setting sun
create a orchestrated piece...
a sunset suite.
Rainbow had gone into the earth;
Badger dug her out again
so she could fill the sky with her beauty.
Now Badger has stripes
where clay has stained his fur.
As the moon reflects the sun's glow,
so does hare reflect snake.
Wise One brings forth the night
from a jar in which it is kept.
A mysterious light,
a bonfire its glow on painted skin.
Are those mesas
or ancient cities behind him?
Night music anyone?
Patience
Balance
Suspension
Sacrifice for Wisdom