Untitled Most of us are not calm neither outside not inside nor any or everywhere Most of us refuse our invitation to this space/place where sun lingers and is soft and within her angles there is love, serene and moving. But you start here, you feel the warm sky, and the silence which stills […]
In April you go into the snow – you do not find a forgiving heart but rather silence perfectly attuned to the grace of life. by steve ilg published 1990/Pagosa Speaks – A Book Of Regional Poetry by Steve Ilg pic by Joy Kilpatrick of Daddy and Dewachen Ilg when the Rinpoche was 3 […]
pic by ilg the other day of Tsé bit’á i “Rock With Wings” – White Man called it, ‘Shiprock’… Navajo Nation (first published, 1990 in PAGOSA SPEAKS; A Collection Of Regional Poetry, by Steve Ilg. All Rights Reserved) Gallup. Window Rock. Tohatchi. Eon-molded tufts of basalt and sandstone. Massey-Ferguson caps. Thrift-Way stores. A Navajo […]
I may never know
the turmoil
you have endured
or the bliss
you have embraced
to become who you are
but I do know
these unknown parts of you
twisted and turned
in the great wheel of life
allowed you to lead me…
the Sacred River calls ilg toward lullaby…half-naked i trek toward her, flyrod in hand, tiptoeing toward my Beloved like a secret lover appearing as the sun washes away. inwardly i pray; may ilg not catch anything save for the Go(o)dness which is my River Sister, as sacred to ilg as is the…