A long time ago…
There was a man called “ Running- two- Eagles “
He uses to just look up at the sky and watch the stares…
He would wonder why he was here.
His name was not the same as the other people…
Running- two- Eagles did not make sense until one day.
He had a vision. The sky turns red and then turns black.
And, the eagles did not wish to fly anymore.
The eagles became as people…
They return to the Mother…
He told me this vision and then disappeared.
-He who walks alone sea’s-
Running Bull
Running Bull is a wise elder from part and time unknown.
He is the elder that sits around the fire and tells tales of wisdom.
Stories to heal, he is Native American and he is one…!
A great teacher and he is a great friend…
I hope you enjoy his wisdom as much as I do.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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