Crazy Horse Calls Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Beyond my consciousness,
in stark relief

A place beyond reason,
all spirits unleash

Beyond my awareness,
I inherit the wind

Each breath I blow inward,
new endings begin

Religion, a concept,
that God can't abide

Dogma a pretense,
where idolaters hide

In my dreams there's a voice,
that comes unannounced

Its structure on fire,
new words unpronounced

Time but a weapon,
to use on the weak

Its measuring stick,
to never complete

One question—one answer,
for all that transpires

In primacy wrapped,
no logic hard wired

The years I'd spent looking,
those moments I'd waste

When deep from inside,
with subliminal grace

The great Crazy Horse calls,
chanting words once unknown

"Your vision has freed you,
—its voice now your own"

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)