OLD haunts, old spirits, old memories...

Walking the streets of Portland...
Getting to know the feel of the land again.
Covering ground that I laughed on, fought on and made love/music on.
A decade of decadance a decade ago.
I see the places battles have taken place, the demons won and lost.
It is on these very streets that I developed a relationship with death.
We danced, no evil there, no pain only understanding.
Suffering was a great teacher, we dined and ate each others flesh.
I see days ago as if burned still in time.
An exchange here, teachings of the self and being a part of the proccess...
Scars are now stepping stones and stripes earned by their lessons.
survival and deliverance from the shadows of the ego I carried.
Embraced by grandfather through all of you in creation...
I see! I See! I SEE! Yes I see!
The ego was there to teach, it has withered to make room.
I am recycled, alive, awake and aware.
Love is there in many forms, even in the struggles in the dance of life.
The beauty of The land still carries forward its strengths through time.
I say hello to spirits as I pass by. I dance on.
I know the whispers are there... wanting attention.
My love is needed on down the road.
I give, am grateful and count the blessings of our grandfathers love within all of you!
 Thank you...
There is comfort even in the company of ghosts