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Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Medicine Wheel




when the morning breaks
and the sunlight warms my soul
in the east the eagle flies
and the red tail proudly soars
i'm on my way
to the place of the spirit one
grandfather hear me now
i am on fire
let the sundance
guide my feet to your desire
show me visions for my eyes
and words like gold
that shimmer in the sun

when the sun goes down
and it grows too dark to see
i look within
to the shaman's mysteries
i'm on my way
to die and live again
grandmother earth i cry
give me rest
i take my place
with the woman in the west
show me the raven
and the bear
the way of herbs
and the black obsidian

turn toward the south
like the water i will run
in innocence and trust
the moonchild's song is sung
i'm on my way
to the place of the sacred plants
my emotions and my will
at their command
where the turtle's voice
is heard upon the land
the wise coyote prowls
the rattlesnake will
call me to the dance

in the deepest night
the stars watch over me
old woman of the north
my mind seeks clarity
i'm on my way
to the place
of the northern winds
let the thunder and
the lightning carry me
lay my thoughts to rest
and send me into sleep
with the hawk and the buffalo
my dreams
white crystal magic medicine

--Kate Wolf
Medicine Wheel

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