Notes of love in the wind
I send you fragrant flowers … the smell of growing grain.
I send you free-flowing music to float like falling rain.
A tottering singing stream with cool adventures to tell
It transmits you the joyful notes of nature’s glass bells.
Peacefully grazing horses look up to hear the sound.
Then patiently resume your day on the open sacred ground.
The hawks turn gracefully like dancers of the wind
While the crows play their own ballet, these brothers and mine.
The laughter of children innocently dancing in the sun.
As the elders proudly praise the good works of all.
The whispers of the descending leaves surrender to the season
Like each and every living thing, it exists for its own reason.
Silent spiral of drifting snow that calms the frosty night
While deep in the spirit it rests, renewing life in flight.
Gray wolf that stands on the highest peak examining everything beyond
Now add his voice of loneliness, still enriching my song.
I give you the moon hours to caress your silky bed
While the music tenderly fills your dreams with what awaits you.
My gift to you a song of love through all living beings.
That thrives in this rich and good land … whose beauty I sing.
I love walking the earth
Do you hear the silence? Whisper as I stand
And even though I walk alone, I seem to love walking the land.
Aren’t you scared out there? The question is often heard.
And although my voice is the only one, I hear much more than words.
The sound of the wind, bushes and sand, the crunch of ancient sand …
And then the blink of a lizard’s eye as I silently sit here.
Distant thunder signals me, from darker worlds above …
As I open my arms wide, saluting the kinship with the sky.
Don’t you feel tired? So many miles away …
My strength seems stronger as I walk, the pleasure is in the game.
Are you afraid of losing your way? Through deep shadowed canyons …
Oh no, but if I get tired, the stars will guide my dream.
The evening star, both my friend, and the light of the moon is my cloak …
Those sounds of the night then a lullaby, the eye of the comet my candle.
Aurora gives me splendor, waking up to the day …
The tracks of the coyote have come and gone, the cat has passed my way.
Cold waters of the stream, that fall from the mountain …
So many wonders everywhere, many more than one can count.
Mystery envelops me, no matter where I am …
Such miracles that I am a part of, and so … I walk the earth.