Spirits In the Sky
SPIRITS IN THE SKY
To be lost is to be rootless
Without guide, form, future or past.
Go to the mountains with care lest
You lose your path through this world passed.
If you travel to the high Rockies, wolf and bear
Still rule serene and restless in summers,
But the long winter night-skies there
Are ruled by ephemeral shimmers.
Take care, for dazzling ghostlight ethereal
Moves in crackling curtains, swirled
With waves of colours unknown, surreal:
A pulsating view into another world.
Spirit dance-of-veils hiding all; revealing, showing
Nothing; but hinting there are sprites abroad
Which enfold you with wild radiance glowing,
And entice your mind to stay - awed.
Indian shamans say they are spirits wandering -
Of children, or warriors, lost in their travel :
Spiritual in instinct, with a fluttering
Serene, yet restlessly mobile - a life unreal.
No words can describe it in all its grandeur,
Rootless, formless, hinting, hiding there;
And no colour or brush can capture
The restless serenity of wolf and bear.
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NOTE
Almost everyone has seen some display of the
spooky beauty of the Northern Lights or Aurora
Borealis. It is without doubt at its most spectacular
in Northern Canada , especially in mountainous regions
like the Rockies. Many native cultures associate it with lost spirits.
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