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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