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There is a place

Where you are not judged

Where you are always welcomed

Where someone always listens

Where you can play like

A child without rebuke

Where company is plentiful

Or if you prefer solitary reverie

Where mountains are endless

For climbing and exploring with wonderment

Where you can wander

Through adoring meadows, vibrant wild flowers,

Tall grasses and meandering valleys

Where you can rest by babbling brooks, running rivers, or serene lakes

Where majestic eagles

And valiant hawks

Soar and dance within the blue canvas

Where trees dressed in many hues wave hello

Where troubadours

Nestled within the trees


Where the whispering wind soothes

Where endless wonders simply exist

Where you can meditate and become one

Where ancient wisdom and knowledge can be sought

By watching, listening, hearing, touching and smelling the spirit of the wilderness

Nature in all her Glory and Grace

Nestled within the light of the world

Is where the path to the true self begins……….

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Upon a chestnut stallion

Glowing in the rays

Across the plains

They ride

His mane and her long brown hair

Flow freely in the wind

She is alive!

Upon her chestnut stallion


Runs through her veins

Refreshing air

Soothes her

She is alive!

The hawk and the eagle

Call to her

Carrying her

Dreams and prayers

To the realm of

Divine grace and beauty


She is alive!

By the water’s edge

Gazing upon the


Untamed melodies

Echo within her

As her chestnut stallion


For the journey

Visions of days past

Whispers of white smoke

Rise from distant times

Charm her

Sweetgrass, cedar and wild sage

Flutter around her being

Cleansing and comforting

She is alive!

Her chestnut stallion

Carries her deeper into

The expanse

Dancing prairie grasses

The hawk and the eagle

Her guides

Trotting along the

Canyon’s edge

She gazes

As dusk comes

Luminous hues

Red, orange and purple

A glow before her

Shadows of hawks and eagles


Upon the walls

Of the canyon

Imprints of time

Slowly they glide along

In wide wonderment

Taking refuge

Along the majestic

Creation not made by man

Before them

She is alive!

She builds a fire

Focusing her gaze

Mesmerized by its beauty

As the stars glitter like diamonds

Within the indigo sky

The fire crackles

And warms

As the cold of night descends

Covering her horse

With its cozy blanket

They rest

But keep vigil

She is alive!

She rises

In dawn’s delight

To the call of the hawk

Soaring above

Along with her beloved eagle

For she is the

Master of her own destiny

Her freedom

Her independence

Her humble life

She is alive!

Upon her chestnut stallion

They are ready

Together they fly onward

Across the plains

Mountains aglow

Before her

Lakes, rivers, brooks and streams


A vision of blue and white hues

So pristine like crystal

Verdant hues of green

She is alive!

The stillness

Of the lakes

The babbling brooks and streams

The rushing rivers

Green hues

Encased in light

Astound her

Quench and soothe her spirit

She is alive!

Together they ride

In rhythmic time

Noticing every

Array of wonderment

She is alive!

The Master of

Her own destiny

Her peace

And happiness

Days and nights

Meander by

She is alive!

Then behold

Sierra red rock


Enshrine her

Upon the path

Inlaid with pools

Brilliant blue

Cascades of sparkling white water

The hawk and the eagle

Circle is wonder

Above her

She is awestruck!

She is alive!

Her chestnut stallion



What his eyes behold


A most humble vision

His copper skin

Illuminated by rays of sultry light

His long black shiny hair

Blowing gently in the breeze

Upon his head an eagle feather

His beaded buckskin leggings pristine

Like his moccasins

Holding his peace pipe

With gentle sacredness

She and her chestnut stallion


By the crackling fire

They sit

While her chestnut stallion

Restores in the moonlight

He shares stories

Of nourishment with her

Under the glowing stars

He bestows her

With bundles of

Wild Sage, Cedar and Sweetgrass

A soothing stone of turquoise

For it is a Master healing stone

Wrapping his pipe

With sacredness

He places it before her

With grace and humility

She thanks him


He disappears

From her vision


In the stillness of reverie

By the crackling fire

She waits

In dawn’s light

She is alone

With her chestnut stallion

And the gifts

Upon the blanket

The hawk and the eagle


Signaling a new dawn

She gathers

Her gifts and the blanket

Upon her chestnut stallion

With the hawk and the eagle

They are ready

Onward they go

Into a new adventure

And a new journey

For her

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By the placid waters

Of sunset blue

Comforting her soul

Whilst stepping through

The forest of

Glorious white trees

As the grasses


With the winds

Gliding across

The water

Of sunset blue

Her vision

Rests upon

A wonder

In stillness

There is awe


In the water

With graceful artistry

A heron

Secluded in reverie

In wonderment

Resting within the birches

She gazes


A most precious



That her beloved

Nature gave

To her

On this day

A memory

Framed within

The light of divine love

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Tall, lean

Rich radiant brown eyes

Resplendent love

Transcending to her

His glistening long black hair

Proudly displayed an eagle feather

His buckskin leggings fringed and beaded

His bare copper skin

Illuminated by

The light of the world




And kindred friend

Taught her how to embrace

Earth, fire, air and water

Uniting the four directions

North, South, East and West

Giving thanks

For all that is

Embracing the eternal flame

For the Spirit of Love

Was upon her

Walking the sacred circle

Embracing all that is

Learning to dance the dance

In meditative harmony

With every


Of the drums

Learning to soar

On the wings

Of the eagle

And to see with

The eyes of the eagle

Learning to run

With the spirit of the horse

Journeying with the wolf

She named Francis

Learning to stand

Bold and brave

Like the stag

Displaying his regal horns

To soar high, far and wide like the eagle

Because to soar with the eagle

Is to soar with

The Great Spirit


To let the mountain river flow

Unencumbered and free

Within her being

To see the sacred flame

Brilliant in the East

As he told her of

Climbing the highest mountain

The wind blowing

His long hair

As the tip of an eagle’s wing

Brushed the side of his face

For this is how he

Received his name

Awakening to the morn

With a vision of a majestic eagle

Brushing the side of her face

With its mighty wing

Guiding her to Morning Star

And to her ceremonial Lakota pipe

For she is a Pipe Carrier

Giving her strength

As she sat in the darkness of Mother Earth

For four directions

Whilst the rocks

Hot and steamy

Glowed within the fire pit

Releasing the

Sweet sacred aromas of



And Sweet grass

To a dream vision

Of an extinguished

Circle of fire

A mantle of eagle feathers

Was wrapped around her

For this is her journey

From beginning with no end

For he is

Her Storyteller

Her kindred brother

Her guide

Her teacher

And his name

Is Eagle Wind

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Glowing, crackling and hot

Embers flying away with dusk

Sacrificed rocks

Speak that it is time

Smoldering ash upon a shovel

Greets wild sage

Releasing its protective powers

Smudging front and back

Head to toe

Walking with reverence

Around Sacred Circle of Fire

Entering the womb of Mother Earth

With silent uttering, “To All My Relations”

Rotating clockwise within the lodge

As awe encompassed thy being

Seated in the North

Beside the Medicine Man

Waiting for more to gather

The invocation is spoken

The rock people enter

One by one, two by two

Guided by the fire tenders and placed into the pit

The Medicine Man arranges the stones with a deer horn

Smoky haziness

Labored breathing

Stinging eyes

As they merged with Mother Earth

Closing thine eyes

Breathing into a towel

As comfort relieved discomfort

A bucket of water and a wooden ladle

Entered the lodge and passed to the Medicine Man

The flap was closed

In the darkness

Watched the red rocks for a sign

Sage, cedar, Native American tobacco and sweet grass

scented the lodge within

Ladles of water were poured over the rocks,

The heat intensified

Prayers to the Great Creator were spoken

Ancient songs were chanted

Quick loud bursts

The steam rose and

Prayers were escorted to the heavens

The heat intensified

Toxins released

Purifying the body, the mind and the spirit

The west had been honored

The flap was opened

Cool refreshing air scurried in

The rock people entered the lodge

One by one, two by two

Led by the fire tenders

Leaping into the pit to be with their fellow companions

Arranged where they wanted to be with a deer horn

Glowing like molten lava

The flap was closed

Darkness fell

The Medicine Man poured four ladles of water over the rocks

The heat intensified

The Medicine Man handed sacred herbs to thy being

And with a silent gesture I sprinkled them into the pit

A comforting aroma of cedar consumed thy being as the prayers began

A piercing yet peaceful sound filled the lodge for thine ears only

The eagle had come

Thy breathing labored due to the rising heat

His presence comforted thy being

Guiding my breath

Quick loud bursts

And prayers rose to the Great Creator

Intense steam consumed the lodge

As thy being nestled closer to Mother Earth

“Become one with the steam. Breath deep and let it cleanse deep within”

The eagle whispered.

As thy being began to breathe even flow

Mesmerized by rocks glowing like fire

The flap soon opened

The evening air soothed thy being

Eyes sparkling with delight

Watching the rock people enter

In one by one, two by two

Two endurances to go

The flap was closed

Darkness, once again, fell upon my vision

My body cleansing deeply as the Medicine Man spoke.

Prayers, prayers, prayers resounded within the lodge

The eagle beside me

Guiding me

Praising me

For he knew that thy being had the strength

To endure the intensity of the heat

Embracing my shins

My hands slipping often as releasement occurred

Rocks glowing peaceful and warm but creating no light

Dropping into a meditative state

A quick loud burst awoke me

Watching the steam rise

Prayers rose up to the Great Creator

As thy body, mind and spirit cleansed deeper and deeper

The flap opened


The last of the rock people entered

One by one, two by two

Watching intently, the flap closed

Prayers began

Ancient chants were sung.

Words did not know

But filled thy being with peace, love, hope and faith

For the Great Creator

The heat intensified as the rock people gave of themselves

Eagle Wind beside me

“You have done well my child.  I am proud of you.”

The steam rose higher and higher

Carrying all prayers and blessings to the Great Creator

An ancient chant closed this sacred ceremony

The flap opened

The air rushed in

The Medicine Man left

Leaving the comfort and warmth of the womb

Autumn’s evening touched thy face

Nestling in a warm dry towel

Standing in silence

Rejuvenated an regenerated in mind, body and spirit

This sacred ceremony

A moment time not only changed, cleansed and purified thy being within and without

It also brought the eagle and the butterfly closer together forevermore.