Sunday, February 8, 2009

threading truth

step lightly
in moccasin

seeing the breath of trees
hearing the language of water
knowing the ancients speak in secrets

so that we will learn to listen again

each of seven generations
are pockets of mystery
wanting of seeds
filling of minds
growing new worlds
with old thoughts

mending lives
with long grey hairs
finding grandmother's path

shaking beads into a pan
and calling them gold
the design is sewn

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