Here is some of my poems for you to enjoy. I hope they give you some insight into Natural Spirituality, Jim

Come With Me

              by Jim Tree

Please, lets go to the mountains again

where life is real, not the illusion built by man.

Away from the distractions of true grace and love,

as shown through the handiwork wrought from above.

Won't you come away with me,

to the land where you truly see

the majesty spun from the hands of love.

Where we can fulfill our true destiny.

Lets go to the temple not made by man,

and join with the creatures as was first the plan.

Please lets go to the mountains you and I,

if we don't, we'll slowly die.

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  THE GOOD MEDICINE TREE

                BY Jim Tree

WELCOME TO MY MEADOW, REST HERE IN MY SHADE.

JOIN YOUR FELLOW CREATURES WHO OFTEN VISIT THIS GLADE.

THE BEAR RUBS AGAINST MY TRUNK,

SQUIRRELS FEAST ON MY SEEDS.

THE BIRDS AND BUGS FIND SHELTER HERE,

I PROVIDE  SO MANY NEEDS.

I WAS HERE TO GREET YOUR FATHER

AND FOR YOUR CHILDREN HERE I HOPE TO BE.

BUT OUR FUTURE HERE TOGETHER DEPENDS

ON IF YOU LISTEN TO ME. 

DON'T CHIP MY BARK IT IS MY SKIN,

OUR BODIES ARE SIMILAR YOU SEE.

LEAVE MY PITCH TO HEAL MY WOUNDS,

DEAD BRANCHES TAKE CAREFULLY.

REMEMBER THAT MY BODY,

THOUGH HARDY IT MAY SEEM,

IS SENSITIVE TO BRUISE AND CUT

SO PLEASE,

TREAT ME WITH RESPECT AND I WILL ALWAYS BE

YOUR FRIEND HERE IN THE MEADOW,

"THE GOOD MEDICINE TREE".

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Thunder Awakes

  by Jim  Tree

Sitting in my cabin, distant rumbles beckon

Dark clouds over the peak come boiling

Sudden stillness cloaks the forest in silence

As I wander outside through pines and aspen

Drawn on by the rolling of sky bound drums

Enchanted by his awakening grumbles.

Then booming promises of new life he sings

As the age old cycle continues unbroken

The impending change ripples through the air

While at his bright arrows I stare

His power swirls around and through me

Then sensing the shift before I hear it

The calm suddenly burst into windy tumult

I turn and run before his mighty advance

Racing just ahead of the dust spirits dance

I reach my door as the rain starts pouring

Inside again I watch through my window

As heavenly tears run down the glass

Tears of joy, spring is here at last!

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  The Sweat

by Jim Tree

Standing around a fire as the stones absorb the heat.

We are deep in contemplation of the vision we Seek         

The leader calls his helpers and in the distance Wakiyan rumble,

we seek our own guides, reminded to be humble.

Heat transforms flesh mind to spirit and our rebirth is near!

Our bodies re-enter our mother’s warm womb,

trusting, children now, we are ready to hear.

The wolf song arises, a presence enters the lodge.

What was that! White fur or feathers,

I can’t quite tell, though nothing I should fear.

Soft eyes seen looking deep into my soul,

then with these messages the helpers appear.

Buffalo - Provision, I will not lack

Hawk - Companionship, I will not be alone

Cougar - Protection, I am safe

Owl - Wisdom, I will learn the way

MITAKUYE OYASIN! My relations are here to stay.

I am drawn back into my mother, her cooling earth touch soothes.

I hear my Father speaking, his love and creation in me move.

I have nothing to fear, my problems seem so small.

Now that I’ve seen them from above it all.

The door is opened and cool air now surrounds.

Oh! I’m still here, my friends seated all around.

MITAKUYE OYASIN! We are all related.

With concerns now lifted we are free to serve,

Mitakuye Oyasin, new from the womb we emerge.

We are all from the same mothers flesh, the same father’s breath.

The rock, the deer, the tree and me, and all those standing here.

Yes, now I see, all are my relations, their burdens to share.    

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      THIRTY FOOT WAVES IN THE  GRAND CANYON

                                      by Jim Tree

Slowly drifting along, the hot sun melts us,

pure relaxation, our minds drift on.

Quiet ripples slowly building, the raft increases speed.

Then the gentle whispers of a wave stirred breeze.

A low roar swelling , the wind starts rising,

cold air blasts the warning.

Sudden white caps boiling, we’re in for it now!

Adrenaline rushes, excited hearts pound.

Tossing, whooping, white knuckles gripping.

 Cold spray blasts us, huge waves drenching.

 The raft’s soft groaning as we enter

 the gentle twirling eddy below.

 Awakened, refreshed,

new life surging.

 We yell and laugh, a real two hander!

 Slowly we lay back in the bottom of the craft,

The cycle repeating eight more days.

Each run like an orgasm, some more intense than others.

 Always wondering if the next ones the big one.

Satisfied but still a little lacking,

Waiting for the next rapids between napping.