nor any cosmic thing,
can stop a mother's love,
or keep her from her child.
It is good to have been,
in extremis,
the recipient
of such love.
She did not see
through the illusion,
but she
saw me.
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Neither Time Nor Space
Neither time nor space,
nor any cosmic thing,
can stop a mother's love,
or keep her from her child.
It is good to have been,
in extremis,
the recipient
of such love.
She did not see
through the illusion,
but she
saw me.
nor any cosmic thing,
can stop a mother's love,
or keep her from her child.
It is good to have been,
in extremis,
the recipient
of such love.
She did not see
through the illusion,
but she
saw me.
Piercing the Veil
With little jabs of my pen,
I pierce the veil of illusion.
I could be killed for that.
ᎤᏍᏗ jᎠᏇᏗ ᎠᏆ ᏗᎪᏪᎶᏗ ᎬᏙᏗ,
ᎠᏯ ᎠᏔᎴᏍᏓᏎ ᎠᏯᏙᎳᏛᏗᏁ ᎠᎪᏩᏛᏗ ᎥᎿᎢ.
ᎠᏯ ᏰᎵᏊᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏓᎯᏍᏗᏔ Ꮎ ᎢᎬᏂᏏᏍᎩ.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
I pierce the veil of illusion.
I could be killed for that.
ᎤᏍᏗ jᎠᏇᏗ ᎠᏆ ᏗᎪᏪᎶᏗ ᎬᏙᏗ,
ᎠᏯ ᎠᏔᎴᏍᏓᏎ ᎠᏯᏙᎳᏛᏗᏁ ᎠᎪᏩᏛᏗ ᎥᎿᎢ.
ᎠᏯ ᏰᎵᏊᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏓᎯᏍᏗᏔ Ꮎ ᎢᎬᏂᏏᏍᎩ.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
Monday, January 7, 2019
What Spectral Image
What spectral image,
shadow-born,
captures the light
and makes it its own,
as if reclaiming a heritage,
an inalienable right?
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
shadow-born,
captures the light
and makes it its own,
as if reclaiming a heritage,
an inalienable right?
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
Naked Wisdom 49
ᎢᏳᏃ ᏂᎯ ᏚᏄᏩᏎ ᎤᏩᏌ ᏰᎵᏊ
ᏗᏄᏬᏁ ᎠᏥᏄᎪᏩᏍᏗ ᎤᏴᏠᏁ,
ᎠᎴ ᎯᎦ ᎤᏩᏌ ᏰᎵᏊ ᎠᎵᏍᏓᏴᏗᏁ
ᎠᏥᏄᎪᏩᏍᏗ ᎠᎪᎾᏁ,
ᏂᎯ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎣᏎ ᎦᏅᎯᏓ
ᎠᎴ ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ.
If you wear only enough
clothes to banish the cold,
and eat only enough food
to banish hunger,
you will live long
and happy.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
ᏗᏄᏬᏁ ᎠᏥᏄᎪᏩᏍᏗ ᎤᏴᏠᏁ,
ᎠᎴ ᎯᎦ ᎤᏩᏌ ᏰᎵᏊ ᎠᎵᏍᏓᏴᏗᏁ
ᎠᏥᏄᎪᏩᏍᏗ ᎠᎪᎾᏁ,
ᏂᎯ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎣᏎ ᎦᏅᎯᏓ
ᎠᎴ ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ.
If you wear only enough
clothes to banish the cold,
and eat only enough food
to banish hunger,
you will live long
and happy.
ᏅᏓ ᏘᏲᎭᎵ
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ 49
ᎢᏳᏃ ᏂᎯ ᏚᏄᏩᏎ ᎤᏩᏌ ᏰᎵᏊ
ᏗᏄᏬᏁ ᎠᏥᏄᎪᏩᏍᏗ ᎤᏴᏠᏁ,
ᎠᎴ ᎯᎦ ᎤᏩᏌ ᏰᎵᏊ ᎠᎵᏍᏓᏴᏗᏁ
ᎠᏥᏄᎪᏩᏍᏗ ᎠᎪᎾᏁ,
ᏂᎯ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎣᏎ ᎦᏅᎯᏓ
ᎠᎴ ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ.
ᏗᏄᏬᏁ ᎠᏥᏄᎪᏩᏍᏗ ᎤᏴᏠᏁ,
ᎠᎴ ᎯᎦ ᎤᏩᏌ ᏰᎵᏊ ᎠᎵᏍᏓᏴᏗᏁ
ᎠᏥᏄᎪᏩᏍᏗ ᎠᎪᎾᏁ,
ᏂᎯ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎣᏎ ᎦᏅᎯᏓ
ᎠᎴ ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ.
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Naked Wisdom 48
ᎠᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏰᎵ ᎦᎶᎯᏍᏗ, ᎠᏰᎵ ᎧᏃᎮᎸᎯ ᎠᎴ ᏧᎾᏍᏗ, ᎠᏠᏯᏍᏗᏍᎩ ᎤᏲᎲᏎᎸ ᎦᏬᏂᎯᏍᎩ ᎥᎿᎢ. ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏟ-ᎢᏲᏍᏛ ᎠᏓᏍᏕᎸᏗ Ꮎ ᎢᏧᎳ ᏰᎵᏆᏎ ᏏᏅ ᎠᏲᎱᏎᏗ ᎢᎬᏩᏓᎴᎩᏁ.
There must be a middle way between tradition and change, including loss of language. It is better to save what we can than to lose it all.
There must be a middle way between tradition and change, including loss of language. It is better to save what we can than to lose it all.
He Lurks in the Shadows
He lurks in the shadows
at the edge of reality,
as if entering
from another
stage.
He is unknown
and unrecognized,
and only disguised
by a hat.
His spectral shape
moves through the night,
and thrives
in a waning light,
until he vanishes
just like
that!
Ask him your answers,
for questions he would tell,
like a rosary's
shining beads.
Donald Jacobson Traxler
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler
at the edge of reality,
as if entering
from another
stage.
He is unknown
and unrecognized,
and only disguised
by a hat.
His spectral shape
moves through the night,
and thrives
in a waning light,
until he vanishes
just like
that!
Ask him your answers,
for questions he would tell,
like a rosary's
shining beads.
Donald Jacobson Traxler
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler