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.

 

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.