Sun
Dance
Her birth was from
mother earth. Her soul strolls. To live is her goal. She is but a flame. Accurate is her aim. She will not bid you a warrior's adieu like
the others do. She moves to quickly end
a war. She moves to explore. She moves like an eagle that soars on the
wing. Some say that she gracefully
sings. Some say that there is a bite in
her sting. Some say to hear her is to
fear her. Others say that it is a
blessing to be near her. All of the
warriors endear her.
She doesn't talk
much. She is but the whispering
wind. Those who listen glisten. Wisdom is the torch that she sets upon the
porch. To be enlightened is not to be frightened
for such a way to behave is to be brave.
For her this is the way to see and this is the way to be. She is but a butterfly. She is but a bee. She is the epitome of what it is to be
free. She can see inside of you. She can see inside of me.
She wears the shroud of
being proud but remains humble so as not to stumble. To treat each other with kindness is to walk
without blindness is how she insists that we should persist to exist. It is the medicine that makes us all well
with which to excel. This is the air
that she heaves. This is the philosophy
that she believes. We are but leaves
that blow where fate would have us go but what we do is up to me and is up to
you. Not only is this something that she
has taught. This is something over which
she has fought.
To win is to begin again. To lose is to choose what lesson to use. Whether there is rain or the sleet of snow to
live is to grow. To live is to know. To live is to see the straight and narrow of
an arrow. She says that this is what
composes the writer and that this is what composes the fighter who dares to
share about things that he cares. It requires
little effort to be aware of what's out there.
To see is to be and so goes the butterfly and so goes the bee. Life is such a beautiful soliloquy whose
words should be heard. This is how she
talks. This is how she walks.
Her birth was from
mother earth. She has grown to lead a
life of her own. She is a warrior who
fights with insight. See makes for such
a beautiful sight. To see is to be like
a bee. To fly is to understand a
butterfly. To be brave is how to
behave. To know is to grow. This is what she heaves. This is what she believes as she points to the
leaves that drift in the breeze. Some fear
her. Others endear her. I just enjoy being near her. It's my chance to see the sun dance.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When you see her you come to know the glow of
a beautiful rainbow.
September 8th,
2013
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