this sacred river,
I feel the wind pass directly through me
into my heart
I am embraced
by the Spirit of this place~
The river
sings with a familiar voice
The mountains rise into faces
etched into my ancestral memory
The wind plays with my face and hair
whispering a thousand greetings
and I am quiet with contentment.
I am no stranger here,
but a guest in the home
of Great Spirit,
witness to the dance between wind and water.
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