WARRIOR

Death is the boulder sitting athwart the path of my destiny. I define myself as warrior. A warrior is not afraid of death. A warrior overcomes fear. For, it is fear that thwarts me.  Fear hinders my claiming of my true self. I accept the discipline required. I accept the skill needed. I make the proper atonements. I harden my body, my resolve. I divest myself of encumbrances. Lean as a hungry wolf, I see with my soft eyes. Alert. On my feet. Toughness is my virtue. I plant my stake. Patient as a shadow, I am willing to act. To live as if already dead. My leader Crazy Horse said it best... “Today is a good day to die.”

THE WIND

I know a horse. Two-Step. We have a deep understanding.  I ride him bare-back in the wind of the western mountains. A slender strap of leather connects us. The gentle pull of my wrist. The sensitive mouth. The muscles of his back ripple & tense below my thighs. The long horse hair of his mane & tail whips across my skin. Balance. My body moves, responds to his shifts, accelerations, veerings. Walk. Lope. Canter. Gallop. Go like Hell. Our bodies become one. Is this the ecstasy of love? It is the ecstasy of final friendship. Telepathy. He knows. I know. We know. Grace.  Speed. The great release of speed. Untethered like a kite without a string. Like two RedTails in the sunrise. Flight. I am ready for my destiny. I know a bond like no other. Rider & horse. Flow. Two Step & I. We are the wind. I am the Wind.                   The Wind.

SOL... OUR STAR

I am living in the mystery. That is my main modus operandi. When I stop needing to explain... needing to know, when I stop the endless process of analysis... the why & the wherefore then I approach the true awe of my existence here in the time-space continuum. The simplest statement of this mystery: there is an astral body so bright in the everyday sky I cannot look at it without going blind. The energy that drives all of nature from the point of view of the physicist, the chemist, the biologist is light. The prime source of light in our life is our star... Sol the Sun. I make the spiritual quantum leap to say that the source of my divine spark & of the Divine centre of this whole luminous creation is no more & no less than that Light. My human mind comes up with any number of different words for that brilliance. The Divinity of the Universe is Light. The Sun exists. Light exists. I am living in the mystery.

THE SUN

 The Sun is for my little brother & close friend Anthony Masuskapoe, who is both a talented artist & brilliant musician. I met him on the day his best friend died & Anthony, in his mourning, had cut off his long, raven, warrior hair.  He told me of a recurring nightmare. He is a swaddling child in a thunderstorm. He leaves a scene of domestic devastation behind & in terror walks naked out into the golden fields. A white stallion eats the scattered, shattered glass from the battered home. Lightning & hail crashes all around him. The horse terrifies him. He awakens in a cold sweat. I am a painter of dreamscapes. I interpreted the dream for my warrior friend. The White Stallion is Anthony. The White Stallion is you. The White Stallion is me. The White Stallion is who we really are. Pure. It is time we mount & ride the horses of our destiny.... warriors of the Light.