This is a beautiful portrayal of Native American culture. I love the part where she bestowed wisdom to him.

Most people don’t know the ugly history of the US. They do not know of the ‘Trail of Tears’ and the forced march suffered by Native American peoples. And some think it was only the Cherokee on this ‘trail’. It included the Cree, Seminole, and Miccosukee, and other Tribes. Many thousands died along the way. This horror is part of what they want to erase from the history books.

My ancestors (a long ago Grandmother on my father’s side), were slaughtered by the Dutch. She was Lenape.

Thank you Mary, for sharing, it means a lot to me.

I love Native America, Native America tales, wisdom, music and wolves, their howls and cries. and like expected of their music, the one you’ve shared holds sadness within its layers. I amdire your poem for the simplicity yet the depth it has, normally longer poems don’t keep me along the reading, but here it’s different, I read it all with no pressure, it feels like home, the Native America home… the burnt sage caught me because it’s in my culture too.
the sheer wisdom and magnificence of the final two verses are for real something else. True loves comes when You find your own whole self, when You win your spiritual test and yes finds the home in You (how I love this phrase!) You don’t need someone to complete You, You want someone to share it with You. yet, even that the broken hearted wolf knows this truth, he also knows that sometimes You must feel it all to be able to let it go or pass to the new stage. a truly brilliant piece my friend ✨

Powerful work. Tremendous.

Did you also read part 1 WAITING FOR MONSTERS?

I smile on both ends from that comment!

Since that day at 24, I’m ok on orgasms. Toys and strange men…sorry society. Women also! Yummy. A few things still trigger. Face front is the worst. Feeling restricted (held down) causes me to freeze. Or I see past faces that aren’t there. Some music triggers and some names, also. Not being in a relationship, I probably have too much sex. Last relationship there was companionship and caring – but little sex. I ended it. I still have a life to live. I can’t do boredom.

Your body was there, going through the motions, and that was it. Tough first part

Blushing now!

They saw you coming…… miserable tight arse bastards.
An hour inside your head would be like a lifetime in a Dali painting.
Another entertaining piece.,🙏

Thanks Peter.

That’s a beautiful expression of hope and yearning! The central metaphor of the garden, particularly the image of “putting my hands in your dark soil,” really captures a deep desire for creation and connection, even when starting “late in life.”

AWWW Valuptas, your are making me blush. I was going to go food shopping this morning but now I can’t, my face is too red. What will the neighbors think?? They will ask questions and then laugh. At some point, my face will return to normal, but until then, THANK YOU so much for being “pulled in”. OMG, I’m still blushing…. HELP!!! ;0)