#metis
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by Michael Plante
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by Michael Plante Moon river bay sleeps like an old manwhen the dead paddle by under the full moon.The spirits of our dead call out like a loon in the darkness“Remember us….remember….”Drifting ice melts awaya new shoreline is reveled.Our ancestors step ashoreand into the shadow of the pines they disappear. Mother moon watches in silence.Her…
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by Michael Plante Freedom-release or escapedid the Creator open the door to your prisonor did he give you an area to escape into?Prison is within the mindfor a caged bird sings praises to the Creatorand receives contentment for its efforts. The bird closes its eyesand dreams of an open fieldthe vastness of nothing is where…
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by Michael Plante I asked the Creator for a strand of his hairI asked the crow for a featherI asked the tree of life for a branchI asked the ground for her gems.Songs of peace that I learned so long agopressed my lips at dusk’s request.My decrepit fingers are as old as my heartstill work…
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by Michael Plante I The Creator sat upon a blue stone dotting the darkness with stars and planets.Marvelling at his own creation a thought occurred: Light can exist in the darknessyet darkness cannot exist in light.This conflict shall transform whomever it touches;all of my children shall come to understand resilience;and the depth of their essence…
