All of my life is a dance – August 2016

From Many Winters, 1974, by Nancy Wood

 

All of my life is a dance.
When I was young and feeling the earth
My steps were quick and easy.
The beat of the earth was so loud
That my drum was silent beside it.
All of my life rolled out from my feet
Like my land which had no end as far as I could see.
The rhythm of my life was pure and free.
As I grew older my feet kept dancing so hard
That I wore a spot in the earth
At the same time I made a hole in the sky.
I danced to the sun and the rain
And the moon lifted me up
So that I could dance to the stars.
My head touched the clouds sometimes
And my feet danced deep in the earth
So that I became the music I danced to everywhere.
It was the music of life.
Now my steps are slow and hard
And my body fails my spirit.
Yet my dance is still within me and
My song is the air I breathe.
My song insists that I keep dancing forever.
My song insists that I keep rhythm
With all of the earth and the sky.
My song insists that I will never die.

Be a warrior of small wars – May 2016

 

Nancy Wood poem poster 9: Be a warrior of small wars

 

From War Cry on a Prayer Feather, 1979, by Nancy Wood

 

Be a warrior of small wars

Accustomed to small praise

For honesty and do not fight

For the sake of attainment.

Build a house of solid thoughts

A fortress of introspection

Feed and shelter all who enter

Protect and not possess them.

 

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.

 

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.