Eagle-feather Child

The clouds have sent the stars away
-- the moon is but a glow --
The wind wraps darkness 'round the cliffs,
and breathes into my soul;
I stand upon the Eagles' Rock
--at one with all the night --
its cool soft voice cuts through my fears,
and clears my Inner Sight.

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I carry Thunder in my pouch
and Lightning in my eyes;
My hands weave worlds of light and dark,
and calm the stormy skies;
I stand upon the Mesa top -
my heart, the Earth's own drum -
And as the beat grows strong and sure,
I know I am the One.

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There are times
when I have dared the Lightning,
Standing still upon the Eagle’s rock;
And there are times,
when seeking Higher Power,
I have learned to take a wiser Walk.

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Behold the key in “kiva”,
and listen, if you can
to hear the Ancient secret
that reveals the Higher Land.

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Sandstone echoes weave the sunlight
into a Ancient tapestry...
Who calls me here?
and where is laid the Path
of my own Destiny?

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Painted patterns in the sand,
spiral etchings laid by hand,
draw me to the Ancient land
...I hear a Shaman call...
Distant rattles call my name,
Mystic drummings draw my flame,
I know I cannot be the same
...I must release it all...

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Wolf-song
rises from the canyon,
shares its power with the moon;
Shadow
through the pinyons
the Wolf weaves calmly
the night as his cocoon.

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The hawk flies to the mesa...
she knows the home she seeks
she listens to the Wind's song
and believes the Truth it speaks...
Touch me; take me with you -
it's mine to make the choice;
it's mine to see your vision;
it's mine to hear your voice.

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Nightwind comes now
on tip-toe feet,
whiskers whispering
across my hands and face,
less than a shadow
moving with the moon...
Nightwind comes now,
what does it seek?

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See, here,
how the Earth
cups her hands
and holds the River;
She brings a Stillness
and a Deepness
to the River's wandering soul.

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I watch the Sun
gather in his children,
'til darkness prowls untouched
and the moon
sings through the canyon.

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