Almost There

Well, I believe that I am, finally, almost there
after being around more than a half Century
from that 1st day becoming a free-spirit here
and, not back there in a state penitentiary…..

You don’t wanna go back there you gotta be here
in the Sacred Black Hills among the lofty pines
seeking my Golden Buffalo Lodge as a soul seer
where I found my lodge among old gold mines…..

Ya, it’s a couple of acres that are on Sacred Land
Crazy Horse Memorial is just up the trail a bit
only two hundred 86 miles from Custer’s Last Stand
where I found my bliss & slight grace as a free-spirit…..

Life is but a Dream until you are truly almost there
after your body-soul has been around for a bit here…..

Sonnet #528.92 by Ronnie Miller aka Inyan~Wicasa~Waste`
March 22nd, Year 2014 on my ex-wife’s ??th Birthday

East Direction

The East Direction is lessons to learn in the Natural Way
body-soul emotional knowledge to have no fear of death
to experience all things in this Life through the gift of play
the awe and wonders of Life in each day and in each breath….

The teachers will come and go as are needed to learn lessons
some will be good, some will be bad in their ways of teaching
which lessons are learned will depend on how many sessions
and depends whether or not the teaching is not mere preaching….

Yet, some teachers are the four-legged, finned and winged ones
for one’s Animal medicine teachers are the Natural Way to learn
for their innocents in trauma experiences is like in human sons
and to witness their wisdom is knowledge for one to discern….

The East Direction has many kinds of teachers in this Life to learn
some lessons are very hard to learn, yet most you will have to earn….

Sonnet $528,80 by Ronnie Miller aka inyan~wicasa~waste“
November 26th, Year 2016

North Direction

The North Direction is to purify to seek one’s personal truth
to cleanse all of the culture’s domestication of one’s soul
all the teachings during the first 20+years of one’s youth
which prevented one’s free-spirit to grow into to be whole….

Like who are one’s peoples from past lives in body-soul
with the Natural Way Knowledge that is in one’s mind
Earth Mother teaches one how to be a concerning whole
to sacrifice Life as a warrior of people for one’s kind….

The Sacred Tree of Life has four seasons the first is the North
when it is Winter Time to reflect upon one’s personal truths
to manifest in body-soul what is this Life that is to bring forth
following one’s sacred path along the trails of many routes….

The North Direction teaches One the way to personal truths
following one’s heart is the spiritual way to find one’s proofs….

Sonnet #528.79 by Ronnie Miller aka inyan~wicasa~waste`
November 26^th, Year 2013

Flew Over My Shoulder

A Mountain Bluebird just flew over my right shoulder
how much Bluebird of Happiness can one man endure
It is a bliss feeling like being a huge mountain boulder
This is a new 5th world dimension for me that for sure…..

Now, this bird was definitely a Female Mountain Bluebird
She got so close to me I could have kiss her on the neck
This old bluebeard sailor kissed a few in the female herd
a lot more than the 52 cards in a diamond poker deck…..

Ya, after seven decades I desire a little fucken happiness
I survived a War to be not “Welcomed Home” for 39 years
and a few dumbasses tried to kill my ass without a witness
coming home to my Golden Buffalo Lodge shed a few tears…..

Have you found your Bluebird of Happiness in this Life?
Maybe, you should call and asks by cell-phone my ex-wife!…..

Sonnet #528.47 by Stoney aka Ronnie Miller
June 9th, Year 2013

SPEND TIME on What Kinda Matters

Do ya SPEND TIME on What Kinda Matters
for your Mind, Heart, Spirit and Body-Soul
they are Gravity that will cause Life’s shatters
& with Space your Matter seeks to be whole…..

I’m but a grain of sand on our Universal beach
Spinning around our Sun, a Star* in a Milky Way
with Billions of other Stars*****out of our reach
Yet, I get there every second of everyday that I play…..

You see, I am retired@play in my 8th Decade of Life
Left the Big Twin Cities, so I moved to Sacred Black Hills
for my Spirit had been Domesticated too long to my ex-Wife
Climbed to the Top of Blueberry Hill & I Found my Thrills…..

Because I SPEND My TIME on What Fucken Kinda Matters
The Awes & Wonders of This Life in Body-Soul are my Altars…..

Sonnet #528.32 By Ronnie Miller
March 14^th, Year 2013

Rock in the Solar Wind

I am just a soaring rock in the solar wind
journeying the Universe wherever it takes me
until another rock come into my gravity spin
pulling it into my sacred path for awhile, you see…..

Around and around we go together in a spin
so tight together like to wild wolves mating
no separation for a hour or longer with a grin
two free-spirits together more than just dating…..

The solar wind blows us to a new wonder
never been loved like this before in my Life
where even just a rock has something to ponder
whether there is more to Life than just strife…..

Just two spirit rocks in the solar wind for a Time
I just had a glass of wild red ass rhubarb wine…..

Sonnet #528.04 by Inyan`Wicasa`Waste`
August 8th, Year 2012

Paradise

I sat on a ridge overlooking paradise
such beauty created by Earth Mother
nothing man has created is so after wise
nowhere in our Universe or any other…..

That is, for now, with the only proof we have
yet, I have to wonder who built all the pyramids
in Chichen Itla…Teotihuaca`n…Cholula, and we have
Macho Picchu…Copa`n,…and the Egyptian pyramids…..

There has been a few man-built paradises
yet, some lasted only a millennium or two
some did not even last a century for the unwise
some warriors lived only a couple decades or a few…..

Manifesting One’s paradise is not only for the wise
it is the only way to live this Life and to get the prize…..

Sonnet #528. 12 by Ronnie Miller
October 2nd, Year 2012

MARCH WINDS

There is nothing like the March winds
blowing hard and as cold with snow
or the warm spring sweet breeze kinds
maybe even hot summer winds will blow…..

This Spring reminds me of past 10 of 12 years
the temperature hit 82 degrees before Spring
so, gonna move to higher grounds for my fears
to a 1+ mile high where the cool air clings…..

Not the Denver foothills, the Sacred Black Hills
more like Estes Park or even Steamboat Springs
not with the Denver people seeking cheap thrills
more like Pagosa Springs with hot mineral springs…..

March winds also bring about changes in the mind
so, today I will be a gentleman and a lot more kind…….

Sonnet #428.91 by Ronnie Miller, March 16th, Year 2012

 

Left In Stone

I found my right hand print that I left in stone
near Pipestone, MN on a glacier stone in 1992
guided to a petroglyphs to find my wotai stone
been guided by grandparent spirits since 1992.….

I found my arrowhead that I killed an Bull Elk before 1492
before white, black and yellow people came to this sacred land
guided to my first stone teepee that I lived in as a boy before 1492
been guided to spots that my past lives recall in this sacred land…..

I found old chants that I recall in songs by The Fearsome Brave
back in the day of the stone age when chants were sung in vocals
guided to the spot of my fight for my life as a warrior fearsome brave
been call a lot of nicknames in my days cause of my loco vocals…..

And, I found where I was buried under a mountain rock stone pile
left a lot of symbols on stone walls mostly it’s from my bullshit file!…….

Sonnet #428.93 by inyanwicasawaste`
March 17th, Year 2012

Golden Buffalo Lodge

I’m ready to move into my golden buffalo lodge
actually, it will be the first lodge that I own
paid for a home, yet as a guest of lady’s lodge
lot of sweat equity gifted, but mostly of my own…..

Now, this golden buffalo lodge is in my mind
will be like no other lodge on our Mother Earth
the inside will blow you clear out of your mind
and, with a Elder’s Stone Teepee made of Mother Earth…..

The front entrance will have a Circle on the door
around it the Four Direction Colors in Stones
Black, White, Red & Yellow around the door
my beliefs are/have been written only on Stones…..

I will no longer have to ride the high plains or to roam
for my golden buffalo lodge will also known as my home…..

Sonnet #428.9 by Ronnie Miller, March 17th, Year 2012