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☆ RAINBOW WARRIORS ☆

Published March 30, 2022 by tindertender

Many moons a dream ascribed
God divined his Rainbow Tribe
All with love and care for life
United – Joined – Husband – Wife

Distractions – Usury – Market gold
Our hearts – Our minds – Our bodies sold
The time was vague but would appear
A future need – To heal – Repair

The ground we walk -The air we breathe
Nature’s power to conceive
Our journey long but years pass quick
Our time to shift the devil’s trick

Come shape our world and all within
Awakened – Learned – Folk and kin
With trust of God and Mother Earth
Choose your purposed gift of birth

Our moment lives – No day is set
Responsibility – Don’t you forget
Our greatest power – Our daily bread
To love all life and blessings spread

Rise above – With truth be bold
Spread your wings – All young and old
Fight the fight – Our natural rites
Our sacred web – Your swords of light

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Setting Sun Woman

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

Keeper of tomorrow’s dreams,
Mother of the star-filled night,
Show me how to live my truth
And bring my dreams to light.

Teach how to use my will,
Living the truth I find within,
Discovering all the parts of me
Where light and shadow blend.

Let me sing the song of future
With concern for what will be,
Up holding all of nature’s laws
For creatures, stones, and trees.

Mother, I see you in the sunset
And I hear you in the rain.
You teach me inner knowing
Through your heart’s sweet refrain.

Setting Sun Woman.

Clan Mother of the Ninth Moon Cycle.

Setting Sun Woman is the Keeper of tomorrow’s goals and dreams. She is the Clan Mother of the ninth Moon Cycle, which falls in September and is connected to the color green. Green is the color of will; Setting Sun Woman shows us how to properly use our wills to insure the abundance of the future. She teaches us that the will to live, the will to survive, the will to be impeccable in preserving the Earth Mother’s resources are paramount parts of our Earth walk.

This Clan Mother teaches us how to live the truth and sits in the West direction of the Medicine Wheel. The West direction is the home of the feminine principle, the Earth Mother, the setting sun and night sky. The abilities we gain from learning the lessons of the West are concern, dependability, nurturing, inner-knowing, achievements, and goals. The West is sometimes called the Looking-within Place because the feminine principle is naturally intuitive and is willing to be receptive.

Remember, Woman

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

Remember, Woman, you were born

life giver, miracle creator, magic maker.

You were born with the heart of a thousand mothers,

open and fearless and sweet.

You were born with the fire of Queens and conquerors,

warrioress blood you bleed.

You were born with the wisdom of sages and shamans,

no wound can you not heal.

You were born the teller of your own tale,

before none should you kneel.

You were born with an immeasurable soul

reaching out past infinity.

You were born to desire with passion, abandon,

and to name your own destiny.

Remember, Woman, remember

you are more than you can see.

Remember, Woman, remember

you are loved endlessly.

Remember, Woman, your power, and grace,

the depth of your deep sea heart.

Never forget you are Woman, divine,

as you have been from the start.

~ by Reese Leyv

Coward

Published February 1, 2022 by tindertender

Bold at the council board
But cautious in the field.
~ Dryden

I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward.
~ Shakespeare

Cowards fear to die; but courage stout,
Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.
~ Sir Walter Raleigh

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
~ Shakespeare

Beauty

Published January 27, 2022 by tindertender

Grace was in her steps, heav’n in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
~ Milton

Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her shapes, her features,
Seem to be drawn by love’s own hand; by love
Himself in love.
~ Dryden

Beauty is truth, truth beauty – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
~ Keats

Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O, what were man! a world without a sun!
~ Campbell

Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey sauce to sugar.
~ Shakespeare

What is beauty? Not the show
Of shapely limbs and features. No;
These are but flowers
That have their dated hours,
To breathe their momentary sweets and go.
‘Tis the stainless soul within
That outshines the fairest skin.
~ Sir A. Hunt

The Letter (A Classical Maiden)
John William Godward (English, 1861–1922)

Battle

Published January 26, 2022 by tindertender

Now night her course began, and over heaven
Inducing darkness, grateful truce, impos’d
Her silence on the odious din of war;
Under her cloudy covert hath retired
Victor and vanquish’d.
~ Milton

Hark! the death – denouncing trumpet sounds
The fatal charge, the shouts proclaim the onset;
Destruction rushes dreadful to the field,
And bathes itself in blood; havoc let loose
Now undistinguish’d rages all around,
While ruin, seated on her dreary throne,
Sees the plain strewed with subjects truly hers,
Breathless and cold.
~ Harvard

That awful pause, dividing life from death,
Struck for an instant on the hearts of men,
Thousands of whom were drawing their last breath!
A moment all will be life again.
* * * * * one moment more,
The death-cry drowning in the battles roar.
~ Byron

This day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scatter’d on the bleeding ground;
Many a widow’s husband groveling lies,
Coldly embracing the discolor’d earth.
~ Shakespeare

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Authority

Published January 25, 2022 by tindertender

Man, proud man!
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep.

~ Shakespeare

Authority intoxicates,
And makes mere sots of magistrates.
The fumes of it invade the brain,
And make men giddy, proud and vain;
By this the fool commands the wise
The noble with the base complies.
The sot assumes the rule of wit,
And cowards make the base submit.
~ Butler

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Appearances

Published January 25, 2022 by tindertender

The ass is still an ass, e’en though he wears a lion’s hide.

The chameleon may change its color, but it is the chameleon still.

The world is still deceived by ornament.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt. But being seasoned with a gracious voice, obscures the show of error?

In religion, what damn’d error, but some sober brow will bless it and approve it with a text, hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

There is no vice so simple, but assumes some mark of virtue on its outward parts.

How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false as stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins the beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars; who inward search’d have livers white as milk?

And these assume but valor’s excrement, to render them redoubted. Look on beauty, and you shall see ’tis purchas’d by the weight; which therein works a miracle in nature, making them lightest that wear most of it.

So are those crisped, snaky, golden locks, which make such wanton gambols with the wind, upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of the second head, the skull that bred them, in the sepulchre.

Thus ornament is but the guilded shore to the most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, the seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest.

~ Shakespeare

William Shakespeare portrait by Gerald Soest. Photo Credit: © Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.

The Soest Painting
This highly regarded portrait was painted at least thirty years after Shakespeare died, possibly after the theatres reopened following the Restoration, by yet another Dutch artist Gerard Soest. It was owned by Joseph Wright, an artist who lived in Covent Garden and now belongs to the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust.
Status: definite but not from life

Inner Light

Published April 3, 2021 by tindertender

Years ago the dream arrived

God divined a Rainbow Tribe

All with care and love of life

United – Joined – Husband – Wife

The time was vague but would appear

A future need – To heal – Repair

The ground we walk -The air we breathe

Our Mother’s power, to conceive

Distraction – Usury – Market gold

Our hearts – Our minds – Our bodies sold

Our journey long but years pass quick

It’s time to shift the devil’s trick

Come shape the world and all within

Awakened – Learned – Folk and kin

With trust of God and Mother Earth

Choose your purposed gift of birth

The moment lives – No day is set

Responsibility – Don’t you forget

Our greatest power – Our daily bread

To love all life and blessings spread

Rise above – With truth be bold

Spread your wings – All – Young and old

Fight the fight – All natural rites

For living things – Your swords of light

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INNER LIGHT

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Live Your Life

Published April 1, 2021 by tindertender

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion;
respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life,
perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life. 

Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
even a stranger, when in a lonely place.

Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die,
be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.

Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

 Chief Tecumseh 1768-1813
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