ᎧᎵᏬᎯ ᎧᏬᎳᏕᏍᎬ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏐᎸ. ᎾᏍᎩ ᎠᏫᏛᏓᏎ ᎤᎸᏌᏓᏁ ᎠᎴ ᏄᎵᏂᎬᎬ ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ ᎥᎿᎢ ᎠᎴᎠᏗᎨ ᏂᏛᎴᏅᏓ ᎦᎸᎳᏗᎨ ᏗᏜ. ᎧᏬᎳᏕᏍᎬ ᎠᎨᏔᏗᏍᏓᏎ ᎢᎬᏩᏓᎴᎩᏁ. ᎧᏬᎳᏕᏍᎬ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎢᎬᏩᏓᎴᎩ. ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎧᏬᎳᏕᏍᎬ.
A complete breath is a wave. It carries light and the energy of life from lower to higher. Breath controls everything. Breath is everything. We are our breath.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
Saturday, April 6, 2019
ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ 69
ᎧᎵᏬᎯ ᎧᏬᎳᏕᏍᎬ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏐᎸ. ᎾᏍᎩ ᎠᏫᏛᏓᏎ ᎤᎸᏌᏓᏁ ᎠᎴ ᏄᎵᏂᎬᎬ ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ ᎥᎿᎢ ᎠᎴᎠᏗᎨ ᏂᏛᎴᏅᏓ ᎦᎸᎳᏗᎨ ᏗᏜ. ᎧᏬᎳᏕᏍᎬ ᎠᎨᏔᏗᏍᏓᏎ ᎢᎬᏩᏓᎴᎩᏁ. ᎧᏬᎳᏕᏍᎬ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎢᎬᏩᏓᎴᎩ. ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎧᏬᎳᏕᏍᎬ.
Thursday, April 4, 2019
Neither Here nor There / ᎥᏝ ᎠᎭᏂ ᎥᏝ ᎾᎿᎢ
Neither here nor there,
he is where consciousness lives,
swimming in a sea of infinity,
without obstacles.
ᎥᏝ ᎠᎭᏂ ᎥᏝ ᎾᎿᎢ,
ᎠᏨᏯᎢ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎭᏢ ᎠᏕᎶᎰᏍᎪ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎠᏎ,
ᎠᏓᏬᏍᏓᏁᏖ ᎠᎺᏉᎯ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ-ᎨᏒᎡᏦ ᎭᏫᎾ,
ᎠᏲᎠᏍᏗᏍᎩᏗ ᏄᏠᏯᏍᏛᎾ.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
he is where consciousness lives,
swimming in a sea of infinity,
without obstacles.
ᎥᏝ ᎠᎭᏂ ᎥᏝ ᎾᎿᎢ,
ᎠᏨᏯᎢ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎭᏢ ᎠᏕᎶᎰᏍᎪ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎠᏎ,
ᎠᏓᏬᏍᏓᏁᏖ ᎠᎺᏉᎯ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ-ᎨᏒᎡᏦ ᎭᏫᎾ,
ᎠᏲᎠᏍᏗᏍᎩᏗ ᏄᏠᏯᏍᏛᎾ.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
The Light Must Be Raised / ᎤᎸᏌᏓ ᎠᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏛᎯᏍᏙᏗᏔ / रोशनी उठानी होगी
The light must be raised
from bulb to flower.
Live then in its power
every day and every hour.
ᎤᎸᏌᏓ ᎠᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏛᎯᏍᏙᏗᏔ
ᎤᏍᏗ-ᎣᏓᎸ ᏂᏛᎴᏅᏓ ᎠᏥᎸᏍᎩ ᏗᏜ.
ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎤ ᏀᎢᏳᎢ ᎾᏍᎩᎯ ᎤᎳᏂᎬᎬ ᎭᏫᎾ
ᏂᎦᏛ ᎢᎦ ᎠᎴ ᏂᎦᏛ ᏑᏟᎶᏛ.
रोशनी उठानी होगी
बल्ब से फूल तक।
फिर अपनी शक्ति में जियो
हर दिन और हर घंटे।
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
from bulb to flower.
Live then in its power
every day and every hour.
ᎤᎸᏌᏓ ᎠᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏛᎯᏍᏙᏗᏔ
ᎤᏍᏗ-ᎣᏓᎸ ᏂᏛᎴᏅᏓ ᎠᏥᎸᏍᎩ ᏗᏜ.
ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎤ ᏀᎢᏳᎢ ᎾᏍᎩᎯ ᎤᎳᏂᎬᎬ ᎭᏫᎾ
ᏂᎦᏛ ᎢᎦ ᎠᎴ ᏂᎦᏛ ᏑᏟᎶᏛ.
रोशनी उठानी होगी
बल्ब से फूल तक।
फिर अपनी शक्ति में जियो
हर दिन और हर घंटे।
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
On His Terms
On his terms he meets the world,
and waits expectantly.
What was, is,
and what truly is,
will be.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler
and waits expectantly.
What was, is,
and what truly is,
will be.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler
The Gainford Blade
'Tis a hundred and thirty-five years
since the loss of ship and blade,
and more since the knife was made.
The hoary incrustation
on handle and sheath,
rock-like, full of shells,
bespeaks great age.
But still, though beyond the span
of a human life,
the age of the knife
is only double mine.
The sheath still carries the smell
of engine-room oil,
the owner's toil,
bringing closer
that fateful night.
"Nothing," says the Gainford blade,
"lasts like steel."
Nothing lasts like the smell
of oil and fear.
Nothing lasts
like sun and wind,
and sea,
and sea.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
since the loss of ship and blade,
and more since the knife was made.
The hoary incrustation
on handle and sheath,
rock-like, full of shells,
bespeaks great age.
But still, though beyond the span
of a human life,
the age of the knife
is only double mine.
The sheath still carries the smell
of engine-room oil,
the owner's toil,
bringing closer
that fateful night.
"Nothing," says the Gainford blade,
"lasts like steel."
Nothing lasts like the smell
of oil and fear.
Nothing lasts
like sun and wind,
and sea,
and sea.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.






