The wind speaks
when it touches my skin,
I hear the voices of the ancestors,
whispering through the trees,
ancient secrets, ancient wisdom,
ancient truths they weave in me.

The path, the way,
to know the unseen,
who I am, who we are,
& how to heal the land.

Like the flowing river,
like the gentle breeze,
energy moves, unbound and free,
insight comes when most in need.

I walk in step with earth and sky,
heart open, spirit wide,
woven in the great design,
I listen, I learn, I rise.