David Chethlahe Paladin Poetry
Cloud Songs
Messengers from the gods,
the clouds whisper their song.
And with its singing
A vision is born.
It is this vision I would share with you
For it is one of everlasting beauty.
See my vision and hear my song.
Dance to its music,
that your spirit may share it also.
Journey to the Spirit World
To the spirit place I have journeyed,
visiting the ghosts from worlds past.
I have felt their tears
and tasted their troubles,
shared their joys
and singing.
With them I have danced.
Returning now to my world,
I see them only as colors
dancing in my dreams.
Yet they are as real
as the Dream of Being
that I am now.
Shaman's Poem
Thunder Who Speaks From the Mountain, I am.
Sun Bear, I am.
Turtle Who Cries in the Night, I am.
Three voices speak from my sacred mountain.
I am heard.
Thunder voice speaks, I shudder.
Sun voice speaks, I burn.
Turtle voice speaks, I cry.
All three of my voices speak.
I am thunder, fire and water,
mixed at the foot of my sacred mountain.
My voices speak,
rising up like eagle wings.
My voices speak,
wrapping life in soft dreams.
Peace
The night is filled with silent sound
beating at my eyes and ears.
I see and see not,
hear and deafness surrounds me.
Dreams of those once known
intertwine with mine
and the shining silence
bursts with knowing.
Other spirits, other dreams
scream and prod,
trying to awaken me
until I know
they are only shadows of myself,
fearful of the sound of truth,
for in knowing
I am nothing,
they too, shall cease to be.
Vision of Color
From the emptiness of a dark vision
a silent voice speaks to me
in white, black, brown and blue.
Sacred colors of the no-sun sky,
themselves muted through invisibility.
Whirling, they form patterns
seen ony by the blind.
Twisting, they dance to music
heard only by the deaf.
Raising their voices, they sing
songs with words spoken by the mute.
I awaken from my vision and stare
at a naked world
where the only colors are
the colors of my soul.
VISION