Coyote spirit

Dance, sing and laugh till the end. Don't wait for death. Seek the spirit of life.

(Johnnie in the Pacific. 1992.)

Coyote spirit

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left.

Coyote spirit….

(In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the jokester. He laughed at life and he held no fear.)

  Beautiful Lady dressed in a black dress and blue eyes like a clear river. Holding the talisman in her hands against her heart. Her red hair blowing in the Seaside breeze.  She whisper to me, run Coyote run. She put the talisman around my neck.

  I’m being strangle by so many rules. I can’t find my way back and I got lost on my journey. My lady Shaman brings me close and we danced upon the empty beach. She felt my disease. She told me. “You are black in spirit and the Coyote spirit must run free.”

  The Coyotes were my friend. Few of us are still roaming and I yearn to find my lost comrades.  To run with the wind. Break down the paper thin wall of bullshit surrounding my life. Be free. Howl and scream at the moon.  When your dreams die, we are just waiting for death to free us.

  My blue eye friend. I held her tightly and I smelled strawberry in her hair. The cold of the California night. Brought us closer together.  She gave me long and sweet kisses. Maneuvered her body around. Lifted her dress and she wrapped her legs around me.

  Her eyes looked deep into my soul.  She whispered. “You are blinded by naysayers and false storytellers. You can’t see beyond this day. Your hope has disperse into the wind.  Don’t wait for Death. He will come soon enough.”

  We fell asleep on the beach and the ocean song brought a peaceful sleep for us.

  I dreamed. I’m running with the Coyotes and I’m dancing and howling at the moon. I’m swimming in joy.

  The morning light appeared. My woman of kindness. Kissed me and told me goodbye for a time.  She raised her hands to the sky and told me. “Be free. Don’t be a dog on a chain and brake the chain of disappointment. Don’t be afraid of what is in front of your life. “

  I watched my protector, my friend and lover drive away.  I looked at the sun, the ocean. I thank the lord of life and death for her and the new chance.  I hear the Coyotes and they are calling out my name. Telling me to attack life like a wild beast.  Eat flesh, taste the blood. Allow it to penetrate the heart and soul.  Be strong, die for a  worthwhile battle.  Not like the cattle, being led to the slaughter.  The Coyote can’t be tamed.

  Us humans are being led to the slaughterhouses by wealthy and powerful men.   Escape and run with the wild free beast. Taste the sweetness of life. Find the Coyote spirit. Dance, laugh and be fearless.

                      Coyote
                     May 2009

Author's Note

A rewrite. I hope better.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Nice writing John full of imagery and wisdom. Indian folklore was really in line with nature on all levels and showing respect. Sadly white man has changed all that with greed and wars. But we will pay for our stupidity and it will come , climate change has started, animal extinction continues, the world is over populated, super powers are unstable, covid is here to stay and the simple life as we know it has gone.

[Coyote Poetry]

Here in Michigan. Lake St. Clair wasn't polluted. First time in my lifetime. The closure of the factories for one years. Allowed the water to heal. Would be nice if we were kind to each other and to nature. I hope our world can become better. Thank you Andrew for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful words and images Coyote. Freedom is everything when you haven't got it. Many are prisoners of their own minds or chained by others. These days we are chained by the virus. I hope for better days when we are kinder to each other and the planet we live on. Live each day to the full because we don't know whether it will be our last. All good wishes.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope so dear Chris and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Chris Shaw]

You are most welcome.

[lightsong]

Brilliantly, amazingly, emotionally written, each part is full of wisdom and each sentence was written for a specific reason, absolutely this piece is a great treat of life and love my friend, the photo also beautiful and perfect with it, outstanding and surely deserving more attention. Thank You Coyote for sharing your fine poetry and your free spirit with us here.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. We need more free days and more laughter in a life.

[lightsong]

yes we do, and you are so very welcome my friend ❤️

[Light and ashes]

"Break down the paper thin wall of bullshit surrounding my life........"

and the last paragraph.

It's nice to finally find out where your writing name comes from.

[Coyote Poetry]

My name cam from my soldiers. My real name is hard to pronounce. When I went to Death valley for training. The coyotes of the desert would be waiting for me. I would dig a path for the water toward them. Give them some food I gathered. Every morning, three coyotes were waiting for me. My soldier started calling me Sgt Coyote. I kept the name. I was a jokester also. Thank you for reading and the comemnt.

[Light and ashes]

Love both stories. Thank you for sharing.