Coyote Woman


Somewhere in a small roadside fruit stand in Laredo, in a distant township outside Tuskegee, all around this wild world of learning comes a message not frozen, and free. Drive yourself up higher than mountaintops, let go of habits, believe in the awe of life, something that’s true. Taste of the essence of voices speaking from mountains, coyote woman is dying in you. Coyote woman is dying in you.

It’s the essence of the moment, when the voices are out back. When you’re driving up that mountain highway, the coyote with her back-bay act.  Tis a memory, of the qualities that you lack. It’s the movement mixed with music, the first time you know peace.  That kind of ether joy, that silence inside that the Bible pounders seem to lack. It’s the sound of snow shifting as your tires seek the attack, climbing on to “Deadman’s”, the arc of angels, those above singing, while the witches sing strange rhymes right back. It’s the duty of the calling from sixteen to ninety-two, to face the questions of G_D, and know while, those many scales slip aside, that the light chose you.

Exodus, breath, let those tires drive on, up those mountains that hold excisions, the additions in your life, comes with a dreaming sweet relief. You turn, I turn, we all should turn so briefly, past the place, where daddy lays, he sings, his most holy spirit says, oh how he says, get rid of this worldly grief. Let coyote woman go, this is a dark, incorrigible time, let old things go, come excitedly on up to me.

Heard Ronnie James Dio sing, “The closer you get to the meaning, the sooner you’ll know that your dreaming“, I’m not dreaming Ronnie, I’m not dreaming. Right now, I am transformed into the likeness of Moses, maybe Jim Morrison, who’s almost there. Letting go of coyote woman, and attaching to the light, here so high above creation, at fifty-six, on my way to ether. I worship, only that which allows me to breathe and see. Up here you can only breathe and see.

Somewhere in a small roadside fruit stand in Laredo, in a distant township outside Tuskegee, all around this wild world of learning comes a message not frozen, and free. Drive yourself up higher than mountaintops, let go of habits, believe in the awe of life, something that’s true. Taste of the essence of voices speaking from mountains, coyote woman is dying in you. Coyote woman is dying in you. – 03.28.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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44 thoughts on “Coyote Woman

  1. Pingback: Coyote Woman | GrannyMoon's Morning Feast

  2. Coyote Woman has an abundance of lesson for me Daniel. Your writing is so in depth and filled with many manys from both the old world and now. I enjoyed this very much.

  3. I have been running late this week on my reading, and almost missed this post, but am relieved that I found it. One of your best to date Daniel, chocked full of meaning with tones set for a new world. Well done. Bill

  4. Coyote Woman is a powerful image. You have written wild, with a smile and heart, much like Jim Morrison! Wonderful.
    BTW That band you posted really does sound a lot like the Doors.

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