30
Apr

The Old Man Born of Dreams - April 2016

 

The Old Man Born of Dreams, from Spirit Walker, 1993, by Nancy Wood

 

You must not be afraid to travel

where there are no roads.

You must not give in to the darkness

when there is no sign of light.

You must not be afraid to grow wings

when you are tired of the ground.

You must not be afraid to swim

when you are nothing but a stone.

If experience is the child born of risk, then

acceptance is the old man born of dreams.

 

21
Nov

Connections - November 2015

From Sacred Fire, 1998, by Nancy Wood

 

I am all things, connected to all time and all places.

I am the undernourished bones of aged men.

I am the new blood of unborn babies.

I am a virgin searching for a lover.

I am a seed, waiting to become corn. I am ancient Fire,

cleansing the ravaged Earth. I am Ice, begging for

replenishment. I am all things, connected to

all animals and birds. See me running with buffalo?

See me soaring with eagles? What they are, I am.

Where they go, I have been before.

When they die, a part of me dies also.

When they are born, my life begins anew.

Out of stone-cold earth, I have become a flame.

 

13
Oct

My Horse Took Me down the Life-Giving Road - October 2015

 

Nancy Wood poem poster 7: My horse took me down the life-giving road

 

From Hollering Sun, 1972, by Nancy Wood

 

My horse took me down the life-giving road

Drawing his breath as he went

His breath of strong spirit

His breath of power to plow and to pull.

But now he is old

And his breath is of feathers and corn.

I add to his breath

The breath of my own

And pray to his old age of riches.

 

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