The Legend of Wind Walker

Many say her spirit still lives on the mountain, and some have seen her spirit when the pine trees are bending. She’s an ancient presence.

Her breath to this day carries power in her songs. And her name was changed in the days when the sun became brighter, from First Woman….to Wind Walker.

It’s true she mourns her people in her songs, yet even more she sings of the healing of all nations. The victory of the Earth, over death and destruction.

Do you hear her in the wind?

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Raindrops Tumble

Raindrops tumble through layers of new leaves,

as birdsong from hidden branches,

makes it’s way ascending,

as if the heavens needed a few more hymns

to celebrate

the new life of spring.

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Mountain Song

As he stood there in his mountain song, he remembered the prayers of the fathers, the voices of his mothers uplifted,

and he knew his strength was not of this world, it was his spirit, it was always his spirit that gave him strength……

he closed his eyes then, taking in visions of the never ending river, listening to the comfort….

of the wind.

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Earth Song

On the winds of autumn, the Earth Song singing,

flowing through the veins of leaves

colors declaring her marvelous glory,

that she is alive 

and we are loved.

Do you hear her voice

in the wind?

      

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Songs Floating in the Western Wind

It’s not that his soul was lost, he simply refused

to back down

when the hawks began to stare,

as he allowed his spirit

to take off,

through the pine trees.

To this day,

songs can be heard

in the distance

floating

in the western wind.

     

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Filling My Heart with Song

Filling my heart with song, is simply

standing on top of the mountain, touching the sky

being surrounded by the blue,

embraced

and listening to the wind.

I will praise the One.

     

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Redwing

Redwing blackbird sitting on a branch, singing

our summer songs, with a little streak

of red, to add some fire

to his prayers.

     

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Night Song of the First People

And their night song was so beautiful,

the sky still remembers the words

and our earth still holds them close, calling

the names of each one. And quietly

their bones still praise the One.

       

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Image from en.cyclopedia.ca

Circa 1900