Saturday, July 26, 2014

There is Still Time Where the Wind Begins

Longs Peak and Meeker Peak



A broken song beneath the snow
The echo of a soaring joy
A shape in the mist
A touch in the rain,
In wilderness you come again...
You tell us what we used to know...
You speak for all the free wild things
Whose ways were ours
When the Wind had wings...
By Elise Maclay

As in Black Elk's Vision:  The healing horse, of the Old Ones, of the Ones Who Have Gone Before...He spoke to me and we ride the wind to places beyond this earth.



Where water, wind and the very air we breath begin

The eagle looked down on the river below
And he wrapped his wings around him and fell like a stone.
Well the big salmon fought, but the talons held true
And he shuddered as the world turned
From silver to blue
I stood there in awe, though I'd seen it before
I was born in these mountains 
And I'll die here for sure.
Some mornings will find me up above the timberline
Lonesome don't seem like much once your this high
When it's all said and done, I usually find
Me and the eagle are of the same mind.
In my dreams there's a horse,
He stands eighteen hands high
He's as white as the snow and there's fire in his eyes
And he'll bear only me, though others have tried
And together we'll travel across the divide.
Some mornings will find us above the timberline
Lonesome don't seem like much once you're this high
When it's all said and done I usually find
Me and the eagle are of the same mind.
from the Horse Whisperer
Music Pass

There is still time in mountain places where the wind begins, forests of aspen and pine, places untouched...Spiritual places where we can still hear echos of The Old Ones, of The Ones Who Have Gone Before....spiritual places where one surrenders to God's Ways, which are beyond human comprehension. There are pockets of Spirit where we come to know that God's earth has mysterious ways of reclaiming her own...There is still time for The Earth to heal.


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