Sing your songs of happiness...upon the nights wind.
Sing your songs about the earth, water and the sky.
Sing to Grey-Wolf...the universal Father the pent up songs of life.
Songs that were passed onto...all of you
through the blood of your ancesters.
But beware of the lobo...Rufus...for he has lied
to all your brothers and sisters,
about the gift of song.
It is for this reason...alone...
that the doors to your hearts and souls have been locked.
Soft-Step...pry apart the sleep infested flaps of time
and awaken your kind from a millennium of silence.
For it is written in the...Book Of Time...that you will share,
the wisdom gained...from your gifted vision.
Soft-Step...let your meaningful messages echo,
thoughout the forest of eternity...sing.
Milo Von Strom
Man Of Clay
Everytime...I work with Clay
a warm feeling of oneness with the earth
gently washes over my soul.
Because...I know that this wounderful skill
that I have is a gracious gift from God.
And...there is no more wounderful feeling
on this earth...
Than to be able...to create...what you dream.
Milo Von Strom
a warm feeling of oneness with the earth
gently washes over my soul.
Because...I know that this wounderful skill
that I have is a gracious gift from God.
And...there is no more wounderful feeling
on this earth...
Than to be able...to create...what you dream.
Milo Von Strom
Milo Making Pots
Laura's Creations
milo_strom@hotmail.com
Which piece of pottery do you like best ?
Computer Guy
Raptor In Waiting
Spin And Create
She gave me her heart
and I placed it gently
on my potters wheel,
spinning and shaping it
as I desired.
I glazed her innocent eyes
with a lover's passion,
as I sealed our love
with a smoldering kiss.
She was a shiny new possession
unique in her design,
but then there was another...
waiting for me, to spin and shape;
so I set her aside...
like all the others...before
who learned to late,
that a potters...only true love
is to spin and create.
Milo Von Strom
and I placed it gently
on my potters wheel,
spinning and shaping it
as I desired.
I glazed her innocent eyes
with a lover's passion,
as I sealed our love
with a smoldering kiss.
She was a shiny new possession
unique in her design,
but then there was another...
waiting for me, to spin and shape;
so I set her aside...
like all the others...before
who learned to late,
that a potters...only true love
is to spin and create.
Milo Von Strom
Praying Mantis
Green Celadon Bowl
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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