Native Demise

Our forever Sky Dancer peace parades his Paradise dance on soaring silky clouds kissing a milky blue tender sky, sun on high, breezes on low all giving way to cautioned Winds of a coming Change. That cosmic window closed upon those giving nations of first earthly born supremes on this, their planet Earth of everlasting life; a being of quieting calm, an eternal indebtedness to and within oneself, with all nature in tune and a universality of spiritual life lived--ever consuming, enduring, inhabiting all that is known and will serve to be.