On the edge of the rim,
over looking the canyons,
filled with shadows
and waltzing ravens.
I spin the medicine wheel of life.
Once more.
Connections awaken within me
drawing me back
into the canyon lands
of unfinished dreams.
Native drummers,
my warrior brothers,
call out from the shadows
and pull me
gently back into
the canyon lands of desires.
My spirit knows this moment.
It has lived it many times.
I know my way well,
I have been here,
struggling in the shadows and dreams
of this canyon land.
I watch the rain,
foolishly jumping
from the sky,
thinking suicide thoughts,
as it melts into that dream earth.
Only then does it realize
it will eventually have to return
to the comfort of the clouds.
It can never die
in the canyon lands.
It always is a part of the sky.
I realize that
the dreams will continue
to go on
and on,
until I,
and the rain,
desire no more journeys.
No more earthly dreams! |
Raven Dances
