MEDICINE WATERS
Now I have laid bare,
Taken your medicine
In the white foam
Of your thundering river
Now I have become You
Now I have been blessed
Now replenished I go
Into the unknown
On my way home
On my way home.
WIND MUSIC
If my being were as a tree
I should become wind music
Playing through my waiting leaves
I would be past worrying about peace
Rooted in a more firm reality
My endless habitat of sky and earth
Would feed my soul
Would fill me with green dreams
Slowly climbing, silently teaching.
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